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Full text of "The Paschal : poems for passion-tide and Easter"

FROM THE LIBRARY OF 
REV. LOUIS FITZGERALD BENSON, D. D. 

BEQUEATHED BY HIM TO 
THE LIBRARY OF 



PRINCETON THEOLOGICAL SEMINARY 






The 



I MAR 29 1933 1 

Pasch 



Poems 



FOR PASSION-TIDE AND EASTER 



BY 

A. CLEVELAND O >XE 



(►trt Aqnus Clti 



N I-. W VuRK 

JAMES POI T .v COM! 

1889 



Copyright, 1889, 
By A. CLEVELAND COXE. 



Press of J. J. Little & Co., 
Astor Place, New York. 



PREFACE. 

1'kk poems here collected have been written, 
nearly .ill of them, at the Season they celebrate, 
in successive years. Some ot them were written 
more than forty years ago. The " Paschal New- 
Moon," it" I recollect, is the oldest of the series. 

All that it may be desirable to say as intro- 
ductory to this book will be found in the Notes. 
I beg my kind reader to consult them, on points 
that may require Scripture citations and other 
references for the elucidation ot the text. If any 
of tiie poems are worth reading at all, they will 
be found worth reading more than once, in con- 
nection with the Church Lessons of the Season. 

The Paschal-Season, as here understood, ex- 

s from t'ne appearance of the Paschal New- 

i to the octave of Pentecost, or Trinity Sun- 
day. Hon* sublimely the Christian poet has 
said 

"' As through a zodiac moves the ritual year 

Of Holy Church : stupendous mysteries, 
Which whoso travels in her boson C) 
As he approaches them, with solemn cheer." 

gned to open some of tl 

"stupendous mysteries," especially to mind 



IV PREFACE. 

beginning to know and love the Church's system, 
and to feel the attractions of her holy methods 
for imparting a knowledge of the Scriptures, and 
of those "truths that wake to perish never." 
I pray God that all who accept my guidance in 
these Scriptural Meditations may be helped by 
it toward that Heavenly City which the glory of 
the Lord doth lighten, and "the Lamb is the 
light thereof." 

A. C. C. 

Leacote, Rhinebeck-on-Hudson, 

April, 1889. 



CONTENTS. 



RM I 

Tm Paschal New-Moon 6 

Prophecy g 

ii 

Melchizkdkx 13 

The Great High Priest 15 

Maraii 17 

The Transfiguration 19 

Thb Garden 22 

Spring Rains 25 

ial Emblems 27 

Sv.mh >i.s in Art 30 

Hidden Flowers 33 

The Saviour 36 

Scripture Tokens 38 

The Day of Palms 40 

49 

The Well-spring 51 

A I Ivmn OP Faith 53 

The Rose op Sharon . . 59 

Holy- Week 61 

Mi 5SIAH 63 

\ K 

The Betrayer 

The 1 "<<rv 11 74 

Caiaph ks 78 

Pontius I'ii.a n 80 

\IIIA 



Following thb Lamb 

Tin 100 

THE Wan or SORROWS IOS 



VI CONTENTS. 

PAGE 

Golgotha . 104 

The Man of Sorrows. 107 

The Cross no 

The Three Crosses 112 

The Atonement 116 

The Desire of Nations 120 

Nicodemus 122 

The Burial 124 

The Sepulchre 126 

Easter 129 

Easter in the Garden 131 

The Easter Eucharist 134 

The Bird Song 135 

The Butterfly 137 

Easter-Eggs .... 139 

The Royal Yarn 143 

Easter Virelay. 147 

Song for Easter 149 

Easter in Patmos 151 

The Angels on the Ark 154 

Rhoda 156 

The Walk to Emmaus 159 

The Earthquake 163 

The Mystery of Life 167 

Eudora 170 

The Innocents 173 

The Unbaptized 175 

Euthanasia 17S 

A Thought from the Fathers 182 

Amaranth 184 

The Ascension 186 

The Unspeakable Gift 188 

The Two Pentecosts 190 

Whitsunday 192 

Homeward 194 

The Giver of Life 196 

The Trinity 195 



TO MARY AND ELIZABETH, 

IN PARADIS1 . 

PROEM. 



The rainbow oft, on tears ot April-tide, 

In the sweet week of Easter, we behold ; 
Its bow of beauty, like the Crucified 

Bending from heaven, all nature to enfold 
In Love's embrace. Then from that throne of 
gold, 
'Mid iris-lustres, in the highest sphere, 

tns to bend down its arch of enierolde ; 
And Paradise, it Seemeth very near, 

if the dwellers there perchance our 

might I- 



Sweet sisters, in rep i ir new names, 

Yet let me dream ye hearken. Once, in time, 

Ye were my muses, and ev'n more than fan 
I courted your applause, m youth's glad pi 

Wi listened to my boyish rhyme 



2 TO MARY AND ELIZABETH. 

With eyes that shone, as now they shine in 
bliss. 
Ah, borne too early to abodes sublime, 
Fain would I know ye take it not amiss 
Though angels' songs ye hear — to list a lay like 
this. 

3- 

Ye cannot hear my later songs, alas ! 

Ye dearest ones that deign'd to praise my first : 
So grieved the Weimar poet, in the glass 
Of memory gazing on fair forms that nurst 
His young adventure, ere its blossoms burst 
In fancy's flowers and fragrance. Such my 
thought 
When for these songs, my last — perchance my 
worst, 
I coveted your ear. Yet are they fraught 
With His dear Name of Names, who our redemp- 
tion bought. 

4- 

We grew together, lov'd by one whose pride 

Watched o'er the budding of your loveliness ; 
Nor knew we, for too soon, alas ! ye died, 

All that he wrought our tender years to 
bless, 

Mingling wise counsel with his fond caress. 
Wisdom and wit were his, and nature gave 

His manly, heart a maiden's tenderness ; 



TO M ak\ AND ELIZABETH. ) 

And Christian hope adorns his lowly grave, 
Where, on the field he fell, Christ's soldier, true 

and brave. 

5- 

Nor less, while your sweet life was link'd with 
mine, 
I shared her love, who o'er your cradle bent 
And trained your earliest thought to thoughts 
divine : 
For oft to me her kindly care was lent 
In words of cheer, with gentle warning blent, 
When to the poet's shell I tuned my youth. 
She loved all arts the soul that ornament, 
And wing'd her nestlings, like young birds for- 
>th, 
loft betimes and bask in li^ht and truth. 



We parted, where the snow-peaks all aglow 

Shone like an opal, and the setting sun 
Flamed o'er the Pyrenees, in pleasant Pau, 

Al <\ e doth run : 

And as we gazed, each an enraptured one. 

is well we heard no LVC our own ; 

For seem'd our lite beginning when 'twas 
done ; 
And with that sunset, oh ! forever tlown 

knew, and hopes no l< 
known. 



4 TO MARY AND ELIZABETH. 

7- 
Yet may I glean a moral from that day 

Of parting, and its light o'er mount and glen, 
For in the Sun's own clime, the poets say 

He reigns at sunset, wears no crown till then. 
So goes the adage, too, of meaner men ; 
The end crowns labour. Welcome life's soft 
eve ! 
Who sings the Resurrection cries Amen, 
As lengthening shadows mark the hour to leave 
This life's deceitful scene, for scenes that ne'er 
deceive. 



Ev'n as a bird forgets its wonted note 

When death o'ershades its bower, and comes 
no more 

The smile that seemed upon its song to dote, 
So when ye slept, my listless hand gave o'er 
And lost its cunning ; for I grieved heart-sore, 

Tuneless my shell and unfulfilled my dream. 
Now, faith reproacheth that I thus forbore ; 

Wake, languid shell nor moan, by Babel's stream ; 

Wake, from the willows wake, to Faith's trans- 
porting theme. 



9- 
Yes, wake my soul, in swan-like notes to sing 
Of that blest home, where, nevermore to die, 



M \k\ wi> I LIZABI III. 5 

To them that slept comes Life's i temal spring, 

Where Love enthron'd all human tears shall 

dry, 
1 leans claim their kin and brightens eye ti I 
Sweet sisters, ye are safe. For me, how rife 

Perils of Conflict, ev'n as years draw nigh 

That bring the grateful furlough after strife, 

And shines our even-star, the dawn of deathless 

lite. 



THE PASCHAL NEW-MOON. 



Welcome thou little bow of light, 
Faint gleaming in the Western height 

O'er Day's decline ! 
Thou, to the busy world of men, 
Art but the month begun again ; 

But to this eye of mine 
Lighted by Faith's diviner ken, 

A season and a sign. 



Welcome, reflected in the rill, 
Thine image on the waters, chill 

From melting snows : 
But brighter, in the depths serene, 
Of my glad soul, thy sacred sheen 

The Church's index shows ; 
Regent of holy-tides, and Queen 

Of Easter's dawn and close. 

3- 

Thou hast been waited for : the lore 
Of holy sages, long before 

Hath marked thy day : 



THE PASCHAL NEW-MOON. 

For with thy heavenly march sublime, 
The Paschal-eve and Paschal-prime 

One Lord, one law, obey ; 
The Church hath calendared thy time, 
And traced thy starry way, 

4- 

And key-note of her Easter-song, 

Is thy sweet tune, thy path along 

In yon blue deep : 
We watch thy crescent, till its rim 
Is filled with glory to the brim, 

And .^till our fast we keep ; 
Then, tide-like, swells our Kaster-hymn, 
Round the whole earth to sweep. 

5- 

Thou bringest cheer ; thou ende^t days 
Of fast with feast, of plaint with pr. 

Of rue with balm. 
Beauty for ashes thou dost bring ; 
iil of joy tor sorrowing ; 

►u bringesl calm ; 
Thou cha triumphing, 

: Litany to Psalm. 

The bow of Joseph, thou ! Thy light 
Reminds me of the I lebre 

And Egypt's wrong ; 



THE PASCHAL NEW-MOON. 

Reminds me of Mosaic priests, 

Their hyssop-branch, their bleeding beasts. 

The prophet's goodly throng ; 
Their bitter herbs, unleavened feasts, 

And hallelujah-song : 

7- 
Reminds me of that night of gloom ; 
The Twelve, the One, the upper-room ; 

The Bread and Wine : 
Of Olivet remindeth me, 
Of Kedron and Gethsemane ; 

Of Thee, Redeemer mine ! 
Thy cross, Thy cries, Thy victory, 

Stupendous love divine. 



O Paschal moon, to wax and wane, 
Though short thy date, how wide thy reign 

Afar and near. 
Thou art the Church's harvest-moon : 
She sows in tears, but reapeth, soon, 

A sheaf for every tear. 
Shine on ! We catch thy heavenly tune, 

And shout the harvest-cheer. 



PROPHECY. 



Her seed shall bruise thy head, and thou shalt bruise his 
heel. — Gi:ni>is. iii. 15. 



SWEl r spring, from clefts of Rolen's Rock, 
»h'ning its meads that poured, 
teflll to man and herd and flock, 
And birds that stooped and soared; 
Bright rill, whose waters crystal-clear 

'n Silo's fount excelled, 
And sent, meand'ring tar and near, 
Broad brooks thenceforth that well'd : 



2. 

Hint of life to slake our thirst, 
Four m:. ins that f< 

r*d first, 
Then pa lcK, 

nd South and North, 
:1th and youth, 

irth, 
Tho 1 and Truth ! 



PROPHECY. 



3- 



Streams that are one as on they flow, 

From age to age the same, 
Yet broader and more glorious grow, 

Rivers of Life their name; 
Refreshing earth, reflecting skies 

That smile above and shine, 
Till, in the better Paradise, 

They lose their flood divine. 

4- 

Sweet parable of promised grace, 

The serpent's head to crush ; 
I love th' unnumber'd rills to trace 

That from that Promise gush ; 
To see how confluent words of love 

Enlarge their onward tide ; 
And how, as to that sea above, 

The waters grow and glide ; 

5- 

How prophecy becomes, at last, 

The Gospel in its strength, 
Flooding the world, and forth and fast 

To heavenward speeds, at length ; 
How in that ocean, boundless all, 

Where faith is turned to sight, 
The streams of truth and promise fall 

And lose themselves in light. 



ABEL 

By it, he being dead, yet speaketh.— Hf.h. xi. 4. 



Tis at fair Eden's gate, where bright 
Shine the rapt cherubim, 
. waves that flaming blade ot" light, 
Barring the way to Him 

Wh< L iw hath set the sword, 

»e Love the reconciling Word. 



Who shall that irate of glory ope 
And Paradise unb 

Behold the Promised Seed, our Hope ; 

Of Life the Mornii 
Whose symbol is a lamb that died, 
With spotless fleece our shame to hide. 

3- 
Lo ! first of woman born, app 

Brothers in manly youth, 
And to that 

Where Mercy shines, and Truth. 
Time's c 
One brings the choicest of his sheep. 



12 ABEL. 

4- 

Anon, their votive altars rise : 

Faith's altar Abel rears, 
And binds the lamb of sacrifice 

With contrite prayer and tears ; 
While for atoning love he pleads, 
And views the mystic lamb that bleeds. 

5. 
Forth flames the fire of love divine, 

But, of those altars twain, 
On one alone its glories shine : 

Cold is the pile of Cain, 
Where, piled with gourds and berries crude, 
God may partake a sinner's food. 



Cold is the heart of unbelief 

That spurns the bleeding Lamb. 
But hot is envious hate, and brief 

Its slighted conscience-qualm. 
Abel, faith's earliest martyr, dies, 
Yet lives and speaks his sacrifice. 

7. 
Oh ! dread rehearsal, long before 

Of Calv'ry's darker day, 
When the Good Shepherd came and bore 

In death our sins away : 
When envious hate, with deeper stain, 
Renewed the sacrifice of Cain. 



J 



MELCHIZEDEK. 

•he Priest of the Most High God.— Gkni SIS, \iv. i-. 



OUT of the mist of ages comes, unknown, 

His crown 'd and mitred mien, 
Wh > evermore, a Priest upon His throne, 

I live and reign 
The King of righteousness His sceptre she 
While palms and olives near the Prince of Peace 
disclose. 

2. 

And Father Abraham bends and bows before 

One greater far than lb- j 
Forth come the Bread and Wine, prefiguring 
mor 
Than feeble sense may 
The offer'd tithes His sacrifice proclaim, 

His High-priesthood own of everla 

3 
tic king ; 



14 MELCHIZEDEK. 

The King of Righteousness whose names disclose 

Of Peace the Prince and spring - : 
The wine-press, for our thirst, who comes to 

tread, 
And for our hungering souls to break the Living 
Bread. 



THE GREAT HIGH PRIEST. 

A Priest upon his throne — Zi:m. vi. 13. 



'Mm Alpine peaks, a hoary height and lone 
• makes the morn its crown, 
rht o'er the mists. So shines the heavenly 
thn 

re Abram's faith bows down, 
And comes — tremendous Name — God's own 

With faith's mysterious I 

id, Unborn, the Wonderful and dread. 
He brings forth Wine and Bread, 
Which, on that spot, he in 

Disclosed at hist and known, th' Eternal Word 
made fl 



In Salem's upper-room, that awful night, 

with twelve recline. 
With bitter herbs they k< J rite 

takes I le Bread and W 
Think, < ) my .soul, 'tis ! I I v same, 

Meh His Name. 



1 6 THE GREAT HIGH PRIEST. 

The Man that is God's fellow, from of yore, 

All human priests before, 
Whom Abram met and own'd mankind's Desire, 
Who blest that faithful man of faithful men the 
Sire. 

We, then, his sons, as Father Abraham bent, 

To Salem's Prince bow down ; 
To Salem's Great High Priest our souls present, 

And own His Cross and Crown. 
His pierced hands we kiss, and pierced feet ; 

For offertory meet, 
Our alms, our hearts, ourselves bestow, 

And all our pride down throw, 
Athirst for God, and crying to be fed 
Lord give us ever more Thyself, the Living Bread. 

4- 
For Oh ! once more, where thrones confess the 
shock, 
Our eyes shall see the same, 
Ancient of Days, of ages the great Rock, 

Who comes on wheels of flame ! 
Serene He reigns o'er earth and earthly things, 

The Lord, and King of Kings ; 
And sits, a priest upon His throne, 

Th' unchanging priest and lone 
The Order of Melchizedek sublime 
Before all worlds who bore, and bears beyond all 
time. 



MARAH. 

Tmi: « rah ... wen- bitter: therefore the name 

of it was called Marah And the Lord shewed him a tree, 

which when he had cast into the waters, the waters were 
made sweet— 'Ixdd. xv. --3-25. 



The Branch that sweetens Marah's wells. 

How she, whom all mankind shall 
,ared our nature's bitterness, 
Till He, upon her breast that lay, 
Took the sad taint of Eve away. 



Hark ! o'er the Krythrean main, 

TlS Miriam's timbrel flings the strain, 

Prelusive, to the faithful 

and raptui 
Miriam's name and Mir 
Alike the taintless Maid I 



in with healing in H 

The lira- 



1 8 MARAH. 

Of Gilead's Tree the spicy fare, 
The balm and the Physician there, 
To Marah and to Miriam give 
The touch that bids the leper live. 

4- 
Mysterious tokens, from afar 
That antedate Messiah's Star, 
The rapt Magnificat foretell, 
And shew the Branch to Israel, 
Who reigns and speaketh from the Tree, 
I am the Lord that healeth thee. 



THE TRANSFIGURATION. 

speared in i:l<»ry, and 
decease which He should accomplish at Jerusalem 



Transfigured on the height, 

Ere yet two thieves between, 
lints in light, 

Id the Lowly One, 
In vesture like the snow, 

glistening like the sun, 
In glory's noontide glow. 



From 1 

- Moses hovering to 

And from his : 

jah comes anear : 

ncient names, 
>f heav'nly 
Fur Peter, John, and Jan 



THE TRANSFIGURATION. 

3- 
Hear Him, th' Incarnate Word, 

Words from high heaven declare : 
Son of the Living Lord, 

His Well-Beloved Heir. 
Yet talk with Him the twain 

Of death, reproach and loss, 
Of thorns and nails the pain, 

Of wormwood and the Cross. 



4- 

Where naught the faithless eye 

But shame and death can see, 
These holy ones descry 

O'er death his victory : 
For, in that dazzling blaze, 

The true Shekinah sheen, 
Outshining noontide's rays, 

The Cross transformed is seen. 

5- 
They talk with Him of death, 

Like those who sing the psalm 
With harps, and trumpets' breath, 

Of Moses and the Lamb: 
Breaks forth St. Peter's tongue, 

He seems to heaven so near, 
As if response were sung, 

Tis blessed to be here. 



I in i R INSFIGUR \ : [ON. 21 



n shall this scene recall 
isc blest apostles three, 
n bends the God of all, 
In dark Gethsemane : 

When, of the Lord of Life, 
The bloody sweat they scan, 

And horrours gathering rife 
Around the Son of Man. 



Dejected, yet sustained, 

In that mysterious hour, 
Scattered, but yet regained, 

a ri>es Christ with power, 
How joys the little flock 

In Tabor's light to see, 
Of ages the great Rock, 

The Lamb of Calvary. 



THE GARDEN. 

They heard the voice of God, walking in the garden in 
the cool of the day.— Gen. iii. 8. 



The flowers are zealous Christians in our clime, 
And oft with their sweet selves they seem to vie, 
Upspringing, as with holy rivalry, 

Which shall look cheerfulest at Easter-time. 



Therefore, to me, all gardens in the spring, 
Seem Joseph's garden, with religion rife ; 
Full of the Resurrection and the Life ; 

Of teachings full and holy worshipping. 

3- 

Blest be the darling crocus in its birth, 
That from its icy sepulchre doth burst 
Full of divine ambition to be first 

Of all God's flowers, in holy Easter-mirth. 

4- 

And blest the hyacinth, of varied dyes, 

That forth, all fragrance from a rotten root, 
Like grace from nature's misery, doth shoot, 

In the bright season when the Lord did rise. 



THE GARD1 N. 



ed be all flowers that come in time 
ischal altar; \ 
iwdrop, and arbutus, and mosses wet 

From rills that cheer the forest with their chime. 

6. 

There, 'mid the new-spru . I love to 

.here the upland wood in tender green 
Of its first verdure, like a mist is seen, 
Fringing each tiny shrub and wintry stalk ; 

7- 

Where every sunbeam lights a miracle, 

clothing of each cold unsightly thing, 

The spreading of the hills with carpeting, 
The garnishing of moor and rock and tell ; 



Where near at hand, or down the vista opes 
The view of earliest blossoms, red and white, 
'Mid tints rod light, 

And the sun's n the hilly .slop 

re o'er the 
Imp vl with po 

Mir, 
True • 



24 THE GARDEN. 

IO. 

So, walking in the garden, heard God's voice 
Our fallen parents, but they heard with fear ; 
While we, redeemed, exult His call to hear, 

And with all nature in His smile rejoice. 

ii. 

For who, that lives by faith in his true heart. 
Knows not the meaning- of returning Spring, 
Lifts not toward heaven the soul's aspiring 
wing, 

Longs not thus upward dovelike to depart ? 

12. 

Oh ! shame, when flowers are Christians and 
athirst 
With all their beauty to adorn the Feast, 
That Christian men should oft be last and 
least, 
Though bidden to the marriage-supper first. 



SPRING RAINS. 

went dp a mist . . . and watered the whole- tact ol 
and. And | .1 formed man. Gl 



The showers n( April on the violet's bed, 
And on the earliest snowdrop's drooping head. 

Aiul on the new-sprung blade 
( m' pr arvest, shed — 

1 low fragrant have they ma 

: the sweet morn that round our 
home hath played ! 



ry joy of home and love and life, 
The tender love of mother, sister, wife, 

The bliss that children bring 
To cheer this mortal strife 

And Tim dowing wing ; 

I .; ranee forth in Christ 

our Spr: 



hower of love and gl 

>rth from dearest friendship's fond em- 
bra< 

es, 



26 SPRING RAINS. 

And answering face to face 

With commerce of kind eyes, 
The perfume that is best, and all that deepest 
lies. 

4- 

None know what loves, none know what friend- 
ships mean, 
Save they whose life in Christ is hid serene, 

Who live and love in Him ! 
Only such love, I ween, 

Grows bright as eyes grow dim, 
And lives beyond the grave among the Seraphim. 



PASCHAL EMBLEMS. 

Moses ami all the Prophets. He expounded 
unto them in all the Scriptures the things concerning Him- 
self.— S 

I. 

WHY to those whose art might rainbows throw 
( >n clouds and shadows of the Law — so rare 
iven the heart to sketch in colours fair. 
Those golden parables the Scriptures show ? 



Deem not St. Luke the first our Lord to paint; 

For in the Prophets, as in diadems 
That Hash and sparkle with imperial gems, 
I see His beauty crowned, nor dim nor taint. 

3- 
And were the pencil mine it should expi 

How, v meseems 

A vision multiform, wherein, like dreams, 
r, 'mid bowers of lovelim 

4- 
And dullest wits should warm and 
The tap'stry work ofScriptur ive ; 

but as the; ave 

■ . tir^t am : bow. 



28 PASCHAL EMBLEMS. 

5- 

Not of His glorious countenance one trace 
Would I of painters borrow. That, for me, 
Shines out in His Evangel, even as He 

To those who love Him would reveal His face. 



But the red rood in colours would I shrine 
And glorify ; as, 'mid the stars, alone, 
That cross shall glitter when the trump is 
blown ; 

Ev'n as it glitter'd once to Constantine. 



7- 

And as a portrait is with brilliants set, 
I would enrich that sign, beneath, above, 
And all around, with emblems of God's love, 

Entwined with arabesque and quaint vignette. 



Eve's fig-leaves should be figured, sere and 
strown, 
Poor human arts to hide our sin and shame ; 
And coats of skins, whose fleecy snows pro- 
claim 
The Lamb can clothe the sinner; He alone. 



PASCHAL EMBLEMS. 

And Cain's oblation, that high heaven offends, 
Melons and gourds Faith's sacrifice should 

mock, 
While, on the firstling of blest Abel's dock, 

The fire of God. in flaming low, descends. 



On I ich form that rose 

And kindled rapture would I trace around ; 
There should the Shepherd and the Stone be 

And Joseph bleeding 'mid his archer foes. 



ii. 

While in far vision, half assuming shape, 
Should Judah's blessing ante-date the day 
That from His vine unbinds and leads away 

The ass's foal, and presses its red grape. 



12. 

And there that Rock should rise, engrav'd <>f yore 
With Paschal emblems, by the U/./ian's hand, 
That he who runs might read and understand— 

Our d< emer lives, fur everm 



SYMBOLS IN ART. 

A light that shineth in a dark place, until the Day dawn 
and the Day-star arise. — 2 Peter, i. 19. 



In an old castle, 'neath the Pyrenees — 

I see ev'n now each height 

Glitt'ring with opal light, 
And the rich meads below, the river and the 
trees ; 



In that old castle, thro' long corridors, 

The guide me led, one day, 

As 'twere thro' history's way, 
Where the dead past revived sad loves and 
bitter wars. 



3. 

Behind the arras of a lordly hall 

He brought me, and I stood 

A moment in deep mood, 
Where once th' assassin lurked, close crouching 
by the wall. 






Behind the tap'stry, in a dubious light, 

Its rougher side I read, 

Just making out a head, 
A hand, and whal ? 'twas hard to read aright 

5- 
And yet, methought, a figure on a hill 
med glittering like a shrine, 
As if some grand design 

Were hidden in the woof, but half emerging stil 



Blindly I strove its story to descry, 

Its hero or its scheme ; 

But, as in mystic dream, 
I felt Messiah's form was on that mountain high. 

7- 
I felt, hut could not see ; tor me defied 
Crewel and scarlet thre 

earns or red, 
Those traces taint and rude of Art's untoward 

8. 

But when I came that tap'stried hall within, 
Full flash'd, with w( 
The whole transpoi ne : 

.y virion blest it shone Id ' kin ! 



32 SYMBOLS IN ART. 



Brighter than Moses' face, in morning light 

Messiah's form I viewed ; 

And what before was crude 
Came out in full design, as day deposes night. 

10. 

No more I spell'd and groped some clue to find 

'Mid weavings deftly wrought ; 

Clear was the artist's thought. 
Who could not see it all, his eyes indeed were 
blind. 

ii. 
And as I went, this moral deep I drew : 

Ev'n so, of Holy Writ 

So dark to human wit, 
And those twin Testaments, the Old and New, 



The Myst'ry is made plain ; who runs may read. 

Even on the side severe 

Messiah's signs appear, 
Though faintly, in the Law, we trace the Prom- 
ised Seed. 

13. 

Yet as in these old patterns of the loom, 

Of yore the prophets wove 

Their tapestry of Love ; 
Who scans the Gospel-side sees what they meant 
and Whom. 



HIDDEN FLOWERS. 

Tin- testimony of JBSI - is the spirit of prophecy. 



When o'er the Spirit's words I pore intent, 
My soul is like a maid 

Thai Maying in the woodland shade, 

Her peer 
To spy here, there and everywhere, the (lower 
That most she covets for her own bright bower. 



So everywhere I seek, and always find, 
The fragrant thing I prize. 
The tlower of flowers, whose beauty in mine 

Surpa^seth every kind 
Of plant or ^ r em, or creature blest with grace, 
aildhood with its smiles, or woman's fa 

3- 
I find, as violets are found in Spring, 

'.eaves amid, 
liut all too bright and fragrant to 
I so that ! ing 

.four faith be dim, 

i:m. 
3 



34 HIDDEN FLOWERS. 

4- 

I find my Saviour in the Rock ; the fount 
That gushes from its cleft ; 
In the cross'd hands of Jacob, right and left, 
In Moses' Burning Bush and fiery Mount, 
In Bread, in Wine, in wood, in nails, in thorns, 
In every figure that the Psalms adorns. 

5. 

And when there pass, athwart the scenery 
dread 
Of the rapt prophet's dream, 
Mysterious shadows, flecking the sunbeam 
With something dark and undistinguished, 
As in the wood that made the iron swim, 
So, in the cloud, I still see only Him. 



In Miriam's song 'tis Mary's voice I hear ; 
And Marah's bitter well 
Sweet'ned by that fresh Branch of Israel, 
Is the foul pool of nature made sincere 
In Mary's womb, by Him she did conceive, 
The Second Adam, born of the new Eve. 

7- 
Nor, as my foot along the desert shore 

Treads in old Israel's way, 

Beneath that fire by night and cloud by day, 
Fails my fond heart to find, as I explore, 



HIDDEN FLOW] RS, 

The sands beneath me sparkling with His love, 
Kv*n as those symbols of His Truth at> 

So, when in Elim's grateful shade I bait, 

The good Physician nigh, 
I count the wells of health that spring hard by, 
1 then the trees that bear the luscious date, 
And find the Seventy, in that grove of palm, 
le the Twelve Apostles of the Lamb. 

9- 
>\veet to trace the Gospel in the Law ; 
Faint outlines and obscure 
Like the first crayon traits of portraiture, 
Which the great Masters were enforced to draw, 
Ere in the amber light ot art divine 
Transfigured Christ might on their canvas shine. 

10. 

So ever, as the Book of Life I scan, 
Still be my soul a maid 

Seek in sun and shade. 

I'd rather shout with Eve — "I've found THE 
Mr 
Four thou I soon, than live or die 

Without the Faith that breathed in that fond 



THE SAVIOUR. 

Thou shalt call His Name JOSHUA, for He shall save. 



The serpent's head to bruise whose heel shall 
bleed ? 

What shall His Name be called — that Promised 
Seed ? 
The oracles were dark, 

Yet oft that name was heard as from the cur- 
tained Ark. 



" Tell me thy Name," the wrestling Jacob cries : 
" Why dost thou ask my Name ? " the Word re- 
plies. 
And Jacob spake, o'erawed — 
" This place is Peniel : I saw the face of God." 

3- 
" Thy name no more henceforth shall Jacob be, 
But prince of God, for thou hast power with Me — " 

So spake that tongue of flame ; ' 
And Israel knew 'twas God, even from his own 
new name. 



1 III SAVIOUR. 

4- 

'iir and God ! a mystic name that weaves 

Both words in one, the Son of Nun receives 
As leader of ( rod's band — 

Where Moses could not lead — into the Promised 

Land. 

5- 
m that Paschal I've, at Canaan's door, 
Comes the true Captain of Cod's host. P>efore 

That Joshua divine 
The meaner Joshua kneels, a shadow and a sign. 

6. 
Comes the true Joshua now, the Virgin's Son, 
That Saving Name of the Anointed One 

Unfolds prophetic art ; 
And .Mary kept such things and pondered in her 
heart. 

7- 
ntateuch like morning's tire 
111^ coniil . light ; and David's lyre, 

:e that shinedj 

me in mystic words 
enshrin 

8. 
tountains dull thro' all the silent night 
Glitti ' ') and show their crests in light, 

. from the prophets star 

star's flame. 



SCRIPTURE TOKENS. 

When Moses is read the veil is upon their hearts. 

SOME fail Messiah's radiant signs to see 
In each prophetic scroll 
Which the old rabbins of the Law unroll. 

They read the page of mystic history, 
The flaming Psalm, or Canticle benign, 
As though 'twere human lore, and not divine. 



Forgive poor Israelites when souls baptized 
God's glorious Word explore, 
To grope and feel their way and find no more 

Than the blind leaders of the circumcised, 
Where Israelites-indeed with rapture scan 
The Son of God, the promised Son of Man. 

So everywhere th' anointed eye descries 
A greater Solomon, 
A nobler David, the Almighty One 
Whom Abraham saw with Faith's uplifted eyes. 
For not in feasts alone, but, day by day. 
The Scripture, as with sunshine, cheers our 
way. 



S< RIPTURI l ( 'ki N 39 

And me, Christ's footprints striving oft to tr 
• >in>\\ ing where 1 le led, 
By old prophetic symbols comforted 
And plodding onward as with patient pa< 
Me oft a rapture seizes when I view 

me veil withdrawn — faith making all things 

new. 



here they wash the glitt'ring sands for gold 

In bright Golconda's mines, 
I 'mid the sparkling grains a diamond shines, 
h the well-shaken sieve with greed must 

hold ; 

5, it is so great a thin 
And then 'tis claimed for tribute to the kii j 

So, when some word in Holy Writ shines out, 
ding my ardent sight, 
As 'twere tl itlnd u gem, the Mount-of- Light, 

I claim it for my King. Tis Christ's, no doubt; 
For claim it lawfully what mortal 

I the measure of a man. 



THE DAY OF PALMS. 

Thy King cometh unto thee : He is just and having sal- 
vation : lowly and riding upon an ass, and upon a colt, the 
foal of an ass. — Zech. ix. 9. 

I. 

The Paschal-moon proclaims the Feast is nigh, 
Whose sign in heaven the faithful still obey ; 
And as she sails through airy waves on high, 
Cleaving the clouds that break like ocean's 

spray, 
My soul, like her, finds out its heavenly way, 
And walks with God. I taste Siloam's spring ; 

While the high service of this holy day, 
This Feast of Palms, prolongs my worshipping, 
And all that scene brings back of Salem's tri- 
umphing. 

2. 

A light on Zion of the Spring's sweet morn 
Is glistening from the Temple's every spire ; 

An early crowd through each high gate is borne, 
And thronging pilgrims, with insane desire, 
Hither and thither, for their way inquire, 

Urged by some strange alarm, they know not 
why ; 
The truant boy runs past, with soul on fire; 

And Judah's mothers, as the surge goes by, 

Strain o'er the long highways a vaguely vacant 
eye. 



TUB DAY OF PA1 MS. 41 

M Ho, child! what makes thee from thy tasks 

•• N :v. blame me not, thou reverend Saddu- 
cee, 
The worl I to meet Him, for they say 

Tin le draws nigh. Nay, hark ! 'tis 

He 

: do not hinder me ! 
Thou, too, shouldst see Him, With a word He 

out the devils, still the raging sea, 
uncalled a buried man 
That had been tour days dead ! Hark ! " cried 
the boy, and ran. 



All this — while bitter Rabbins heard to spurn, 
id mocked with sneers the idly prating 
.t — 
A ruler heard and felt within him burn 

The soul that communed once with Christ by 
Jit. 

taught to frame aright 
The urchin its intent he knew. 

Anon, upon the Tempi- ;ht, 

I 1 that noble Jew ; 
There let us stand with him, and all the 



42 THE DAY OF PALMS. 

5- 

Along the vale, and clown green Olivet, 

Judaea's peasants come in straggling throng ; 
And one among them on a beast is set, 
In lowly state, yet passing meek along. 
Loudly they chaunt ; and now the mellowed 
song, 
By starts, upon the fitful breeze upswells. 

Unwonted strains the echoing cliffs prolong ; 
That rapt hosanna, 'mid Moriah's dells, 
Alike strange things recalls and stranger things 
foretells. 

6. 
Yestreen the Sabbath closed. To-day the rocks 
Resound with bleatings ; from the emptied 
fold 
The little lambs, in droves and frighted flocks, 
Are led to bleed like Abel's lamb of old. 
Another Lamb comes with them; and behold ! 
While bitter herbs are for the Paschal bought, 

Tokens abound, and symbols manifold, 
That ne'er before unleavened bread was sought, 
Or hyssop from the wall, with like fulfilment 
fraught. 

7- 
For yonder crowd upsends the very word 

That long agone was heard from Zachary, 
Bidding Jerusalem behold her Lord, 

And promising His coming thus should be 

Majestical, in meek humility. 



THE pay OF PA1 IIS. 

, the very stones outcry; 
And shall the tribes of Jacob sullenly 
\ hen, before their eye, 
Son of David comes, and God Himself draws 
nigh ? 

Tis thy list Paschal, Salem ; fatlings fed 

And turtle-doves anon shall cease to bleed; 
For he that thus fice is led 

Ks Abi-a'm's Lord and Eve's expected Seed. 

He that makes all things new for human • 

Comes like the sheep before her shearers dumb 

To bear the thorny crown and barren reed ; 
this is He — amid the city's hum, 
patient Paschal Limb that sayeth — Lo, I 
come. 

9- 
Though speechless He, thus, to the hurtling 
crowd 
Whispers the Spirit ; while from palm and 
bay 

spoils to bear, bet ore Him 

bow 

to strew 1 lis royal w 

And clambering youth wave branch* 

Of peaceful olive o'er the ice. 

pray 

Thy shim: 

d Hymn that never inure 
ise. 



44 THE DAY OF PALMS. 

IO. 

All this, the while, full many a faithless eye 
From roof and terrace, faithless still, hath 
seen ; 
And dull Herodians, trembling at the cry 

Of Pilate's minions, seek what this may mean. 
For now, emerging from the deep ravine, 
The pomp hath passed within the ponderous 
gate. 
From porch and jealous lattice forth they lean, 
Mother and maiden ; hoary fathers wait, 
Uplifting shrivelled hands, to view this kingly 
state. 

ii. 
"Back, brawling slave. While Caesar is your 
king 
This shall not be," a mailed centurion said, 
And struck to earth a youth, that, clamouring 
He knew not what, his errant comrades led. 
" What next ? " a Levite breathed, and shook 
his head; 
A Roman knight came prancing by and sneered; 

A flaunting Pharisee deep curses shed 
On vulgar skulls, whileas a lawyer leered ; 
And close at hand — 'twas He — the Nazarene 
appeared. 

12. 
The foal unloosed from Judah's vine he rides, 
But low derision frights the stumbling beast. 



TUT D W OF PA1 45 

One 

••Yes, mark that token well," respon 
pn< 

.. father ! SO 'twas prophesied, at I 
Our King should ride," rejoined one gentle 
tongue. 
'Twas hers that poured the spikenard at the' 
least, 
And o'er His feet with streaming tresses hung, 
That, much forgiven, loved much, and thus to 
Jesus clung. 

ij- 
Stand thou within this portal, and thine eyes 

Melchizedek, of ancient 
Lo ! on the ass's foal, in lowliest guise, 

The Man that is God's fellow ! Breathless Stay, 
And wait with throbbing heart till comes this 
way 
The Man of Sorrows. Yes, He draweth near. 

>d ! I cannot look without dismay : 
His youth is old, and on His cheek the tear 
Hath early worn full deep the marks of many a 

14- 

In t inest thou 

Hath >nt its un mistaken I r 

And His mild eye with Love imn 

fraught, 
While the shorn lamb is thus to slau. 
ight, 



A.6 THE DAY OF PALMS. 

And bulls of Basan roar with maddened men. 
Joy lights the scribe's dark brow to see Him 

caught 
In toils full deftly spread. Why thus, again, 
Where late they took up stones, seeks He their 

wolfish den ? 

15. 
" Hosanna to the Son of David ! " Yes, 

The shouting people know not what they 
mean ; 
Yet oft the voice of man doth God's express, 

And as o'er chaos moved the Dove serene, 

So oft in tumult is the Spirit seen. 
Hosanna ! let the Temple open wide 

Her golden gates, thrice-blessed Nazarene, 
To welcome Thee, whom prophets glorified; 
For Shiloh is thy name; the sceptre thine beside. 

16. 

So to His Temple came the Holy One ; 

And He who heeded not the people's cheers, 
When lisping babes proclaim Him David's Son, 

How tenderly their infant tongues He hears ! 

His kindly voice their cherub voices cheers, 
And, while blaspheming priests with bitter 
tongue 

Repress the chorus, lo ! with loving tears 
He owns their homage, long by seers fore-sung, 
The perfect praise and pure of babes and suck- 
lings young. 



nn D w i 'i i'\i MS. 47 

'-■ 
Nor marvel thou if on tin* backs abhorr'd 
Of thieves, that chaffer'd in the Hous 
Pray* r. 

Sounded the threshings of that whip of cord, 

claiming that the Temple's Lord was 
thei 

,ion riseth from his lair, 
while the Lamb in all His features shone, 
And that same hour, more wont man's \ 
to b 

aled the - the sufferer's moan, 

r and blind and lame — all sorrows but His 
own. 



Oh ! Lamb of God, that tak'st our sins away, 

So moved the Infinite within Thy breast, 
With myst'ries from before Creation's I 

Thus to take part in our poor world's unrest ; 
>ur relief to be Thyself di 
For man's reU the victim bound ! 

orship, my Redeemer blest; 
For not, like Thomas, would I probe Thy wound, 

fathom : 
found. 

>id me : tomb un- 

d, 

to Rmmau 



48 THE DAY OF PALMS. 

To feel my heart burn in me, when reveal'd 
I see the Law's dread page, the prophet's 

scroll, 
And trace Thy tokens clown from Eden's goal : 
For thus is purged from rheums and scales as 
vile 
Man's skeptic eye, and parables unroll 
And Psalms unfold Thy Name — each weary 

mile 
Of those that walk with Thee to brighten and 
beguile. 

20. 

But lo ! the Paschal moonbeam from the 
East 
On Kedron's rill sheds holy influence bright ; 
Now cleanse their platters Pharisee and priest, 
Their hearts fermenting still with Cain's 

despite, 
Their leaven of malice taints the legal rite, 
For Joseph's breth'ren hate him. He afar 

Hath gone where Martha's kindly lamp gives 
light, 
And Mary listens with enrapt Lazar, 
Till shines o'er Bethany once more the Morning 
Star. 



LE.WI 
Nor the leaven of tweed.— St. Mam. xvi. ia, 
i. 
TllF moon is full, the moon shines fair ; 
The feast is nigh ; o\ leaven beware I 
Unleavened bread bejudah's care. 

2 . 

One crumb of leaven, it taints the whole 
reat Law-giver's scroll, 
rm'd by Sinai's thunder-roll. 

3. 
>b stand aloof 
From Gentile tables ; make sure proof 
and home from floor to root. 

4- 
Scour cup and platter. Leave no trace ; 

. spot efface, 
n he there, s<> 'had and b 

5- 
Outside so clean, but all within 
Fermenting ma] e and sin ; 

! th 1 unleavened days begin. 

. is put asi 
. and guil< 



50 LEAVEN. 

7- 

They would not enter Pilate's hall : 
Twould leaven and defile them all. 
Horrours, to think of such a fall ! 



So taught the scribes, and wonder we 
Such blind and senseless rites to see : 
We marvel at the Pharisee. 

9- 

We marvel ; but ourselves, the while, 
Doth naught of that old leav'n defile ? 
Of malice naught — nor hate, nor guile ? 

10. 

How dare we, Shepherd of the sheep, 
With Thee our Passover to keep, 
Unpurified from stains as deep ? 

11. 

Gracious the Lent and blest the week, 
If steadfast, and in duty meek, 
Sincerity and truth we seek. 

12. 

So may we joy to keep the Feast, 
From chains of sin and shame released, 
With Thee our Prophet, King, and Priest. 



THE WELL-SPRING. 

1 Welt— Numb. 

X\i. :-. 

I. 
Tin great Law-giver .smote the Rock : 
Forth gushed the waters at the sh 
And Israel drank the wave, as 'twere a shep- 
herd's Hock : 
Spring up. < ) Well ! 

! that Rock to slake their thirst : 
It followed them as at the first. 
Where'er they went afresh the Rock would burst: 
Spring up, O Well ! 

3- 
servile toil to dig the sand 

Hut nobles, with their sceptred hands 

k the parched soil and spake their mild 

Spring up, < > Well ! 

4- 
Their prii ed the arid plain, 

d the hidden springs amain ; 
Whil daughters danced and sang the 

in — 
S| I I I Well ! 



52 THE WELL-SPRING. 

5- 
That Rock was Christ the Crucified ; 
Nor, till the soldier pierced His side, 
Knew they what Well of Life it signified 
Spring up, O Well ! 



And still along Life's desert way 
That Rock yet follows us each day : 
We ope that streaming font where'er we pray — 
Spring up, O Well ! 

7- 

The babe that to the font they bring 
Invokes again the hidden Spring ; 
Those rosy lips, had they but words, would sing : 
Spring up, O Well ! 



The priest, that in the utmost lands 
Before the Christian altar stands, 
Says, o'er the crimson'd cup uplifting hands- 
Spring up, O Well ! 

9- 

Oh! then, to cleanse my soul begin, 
Bath of my soul, from shame and sin : 
And that I thirst no more, spring up within ; 
Spring up, O Well ! 



A HYMN OF FAITH. 

How arc the dead raised up ? and with what body do they 
come ?— i C 

things be? Sr. John, iii. 9. 

I do n :nyself in great matters which are t<>o 

high for me. - 1 



THERE arc, like that old Pharisee by night, 

• ilk, in darkness, with the Light of Light, 
Answering, like cuckoos, to each mystery — 
How can it be ? 



How are the dead raised up ? — as 'twere in strife 
With Him, the Resurrection and the Lite ; 
ry to sight and thought 
Were daily brought ! 



But me, content, the Psalmist's rule restr 

rds my soul rcfr 
I but live, all undt : 

lid. 



54 A HYxMN OF FAITH. 

4- 

For base, at best, that impudence of doubt, 
That mocks the Infinite, with searching out ; 
As if Who wrought of Nature the deep plan 
Were weak as Man. 

5- 
I would not be more wise than what is writ, 
In things that are too high for human wit, 
Sublimer far to own th' unbounded Vast 
Around us cast ; 



Where oft, like men of lore who read the face 
Of spangled Night, I seem to feel in space 
New worlds, that were not made for mortal eye, 
To Faith draw nigh, 

7- 

Nor would I follow where, if man hath trod, 
Or mounted as on waxen wings to God, 
Perchance he ventured towards the throne — 
too near 

For holy fear. 



There is a holiest of the holies— where 
The seraphs veil their faces, nor would dare 
Look curious upward : for the Holy One 
Outshines the sun. 



k HYMN 01 FAITH. 

9- 
Stone-blind the bard - too bold of mind and eyes 
\\ i there presumed in fancy's flight to rise — 
-blind he turn'd : yet sung of Eden's prime 

In dream sublime. 



Perchance he err'd, ev'n dreaming, so to blend 
With truth his tabic, as if truth to mend. 
Nor yet, like Dante, would I pass below, 
Where spirits go. 



Not me the sibyl's bough or lips should win 
Profanely venturing, with the dead in sin, 
To follow Virgil and the Florentine 
'Mid depths unseen. 

12. 

For oh ! what better things, from pride concealed, 
(US and v;ist arc t<> the meek revealed : 
Lin what we fol 
Bj stoo| ng 

13. 
oft, in God's stupendous book, unroll 
Tokens of thii,. n, that lift my soul 

Out of earths dr fid this life of v 



56 A HYMN OF FAITH. 

14. 

How sweet in childlike love to meet Thy test ; 
Because Thyself I know, to trust the rest ; 
Because Thou mak'st eternity mine own, 
Much to postpone. 

15- 
Not less where Science bids her tapers burn 
It me delights with her to muse and learn, 
Discov'ring more and more, in Nature's plan, 
That humbles man. 

16. 
For He who all things made, makes all things 

new ; 
Makes bare His works to prove His word most 

true ; 
Upbraids our sloth and saith to sense and sight : 
Let there be Light. 

17. 
Hail ! childlike Wisdom, hail Elect of men 
Who range through space, as 'twere with angel's 

ken, 
Yet own how all that makes progressive lore 
Faith knows before. 

18. 
A Holy Ark fast closed ! 'Neath Nature's lid, 
What worlds of wonder un attained lie hid ! 
Sure, of all knowledge and all truth— the key 
Is knowing Thee : 



A HYMN 01 1 A I I H. 57 

19. 

Is knowing Thee, of Love the Bleeding Lamb; 

iee, tir unsearchable I Am; 
Is in the soul thy seven-fold gifts to shrine, 
Spirit Divine. 

20, 
Thine the true Science, Thine the rainbows 

bright 
On Newt >n*S glass where tails one ray of light ; 
kxl is Light, and light in reason's noon 
Is found triune. 



Hail, star-eyed Science ! Welcome to the choir 
Where saints with Seraphim attune the lyre ! 
Welcome the seer august who comes to prove 
God's earth cloth move : 



Whose reverent thought, baptiz'd in heavenly 

de 
Not less the Moving Hand discerns and views; 

rrv zone, 
That naught is known : 

int whispers from Eternity : 

While dark and deep abides die shoreU - 5C I, 

Where gleans the sage some shells from Na- 
ture' 

I by its surge. 



58 A HYMN OF FAITH. 

24. 

Thus let us deal with matter as 'tis meet. 
Tis naught but ashes under Faith's firm feet, 
Naught but the nest where grows the Phoenix- 
wing 

Soon forth to spring : 

25. 
Naught but the cottage frail of moulded clay 
Whose shatter'd walls let in some light of day ; 
Where yearns the soul in life and light to soar, 
Forevermore. 



i 



THE ROSE OF SHARON. 

I am the R n. e. 



. Crusaders, in ( iethsemane, 
Found blood red dowers that now grow every- 
where ; 
But me, each thorny rose that scents the air, 

Minds o\ that gory crown on Calvary. 



aps 'tis true, from spicy seeds that fell 

mbalming, 'round the rocky door, 
5 iviour to His rest they bore, 
Sprung amaranth and fragrant asphodel. 

3- 
"er it he, I deem since time began 
The tunded hearts : 

And still their silent fragrance often si 

iks m Signs to man. 

4- 
They i any, at our Easter tide, 

m nothingn rting life anew, 

• in all colours bursting into view, 

■ It died. 



60 THE ROSE OF SHARON. 

5- 

I know their meaning. To my gladsome ear 
The voice of God seems most articulate : 
" Ev'n so," it tells me, " let the dead await 

My call to rise : in time they too shall hear," 

6. 

And shall His children then like earth-worms 

grope, 

And bred of earth with earth contented be ? 

Nay, dear Redeemer, Heaven is ours in Thee, 

And though we die our flesh shall rest in Hope. 



HOLY-WEEK. 

This that is glorious is His apparc! . . . Mighty to save. 
—Isaiah, lxiii. i. 

I. 

WHO comes from Edom ? Who with garments 
dyed, 

from the battle comes the conqueror ? 
Thus, 'mid confused noise, the prophet spied 
Far off ImmanueTs Day, the crimson gore — 
The battle and the victor-spoils lie bore. 
Can this the Lion be— this snow-white Lamb, 
That comes from Bozrah ; while with wild 
upr 
The crowds, around Him, lift the wavy palm, 
And shout, for David's Son, his sweet hosanna- 
psalm ? 

2. 

Can this be II , the Mighty One to 5 

> meek and lowly rides the ass's foal ? 

tokens Zechariah gave, 
where the Isaiah's scroll ? 

The Victor in the Victim -O my soul, 

Li >n in the Lamb have faith to 
And hear'st thou not, the thund 

roll, 
The voice prophetic that proclaims— 'tis He, 

comes Ili^ war to w telling Victory? 



62 HOLY-WEEK. 

3- 

Thus Faith discerns, in prophecy twofold, 
The Hero-King, the Lamb of lowliest guise : 

Nor marvels that his signs are doubly told, 
Whose many crowns are as the starry skies : 
Whose many wounds are countless mysteries. 

So Judah's lion is his title, there, 

Where stands on Zion, full of wounds and eyes, 

The Lamb once slain : the Lamb our sins to bear, 

Nor less the Lion too, our dragon-foe to tear. 

4- 
For this is He, disclosed in after clay, 

On the white horse who rode, with eyes of 
flame : 
Him all the armies of the heavens obey, 

Whom Lord of lords and King of kings they 

claim. 
The seer of Patmos saw them as they came 
On snow-white steeds, and robes as white are 
theirs. 
Faithful and true His Everlasting Name : 
And diadems upon His head He wears, 
Supreme o'er thousand thrones, who God's own 
glory shares. 



MESSIAH. 

good ointments j Thy Stone 
Intment poured forth : ther efor e do the virgini lore 
Thee. * 



No name but Thine, thou bleeding Lamb, 

i earth's foundations known ; 
No name but Thine, the great I AM, 

ihh's sure corner-stone. 
The martyr's crown, the victor's palm, 
And heaven's eternal Paschal Psalm, 
It that name alone. 



Thy many ointments, Priest and King, 

lah Thee proclaim ; 
Thee, Samuel's oil of hallowing, 
< ha I lavid's youth that c 

ointed St ing, 

That Rock, the Christ, prefiguring 

Thine own sweet-Savoured name. 

3. 

And many crowns, dear Lord, are Thine; 

Be crowned with i 
The unes divim 

pure in heart arc I 



64 MESSIAH. 

At Simon's feast, where guests recline, 
While breaks this loving heart of mine, 
All this the nard shall say. 

4. 

So Mary mused — and on His head 
Poured forth the sweet perfume ; 

Silent her lips, but all was said 
When fragrance filled the room. 

She gave it for His burial dread, 

Whose Name, like precious ointment shed, 
May sweeten ev'n the tomb. 

5- 
The virgins love Thee. Simon's board 

Shall know with love how deep. 
For all who love Thy Name, is poured 

This balm Thy locks to steep ; 
Ere thorns entwine Thy brow adored, 
Ere gainst Thy flock awakes the sword, 
Oh, Shepherd of the sheep ! 



It fills the room ; it fills the earth ; 

Where'er the Promised Seed 
Is worshipp'd, in His dew of birth, 

His Gospel tells her deed. 
Such meet memorial of her worth, 
In Paschal fast and Paschal mirth 
The willing nations read. 



MESSIAH. 



>h ! death reign'd, and Nature's moan 

ind children came ; 
From kings and cotters, born to groan, 

From poor and proud the same. 
Till He the Mighty to atone, 
Made Life and Light and glory known, 
By His Anointed Name. 



T i mortal eyes 
The Dayspring after Night : 
So doth the Morning S: 

Where wand'rers hail its light. 
Messiah's Name and Sacrifice, 
The Christian altar glorii 

That shines to Faith so bright. 
5 



GETHSEMANE. 

Though He were a Son, yet learned He obedience by the 
things which He suffered. — Hebrews, v. 8. 



'Mid olive groves the lantern gleams, 
And water'd glades of Kedron's streams ; 
With sword and staves and front austere 
The lawless band by night draw near, 
While Jesus, on the bended knee, 
Suffers in lone Gethsemane. 



Oh ! stand aside ; draw not too nigh — 
Tis not for mortal ear nor eye 
That conflict or that prayer to scan. 
'Tis not for mind, or thought of man : 
An angel stoops to bear Him up, 
While Jesus drains the Father's cup. 



3- 

The Man of Sorrows — breathes His moan ; 

His pangs unknowable, unknown ! 

A Son, the well-beloved, but still 

Content to do His Father's will, 

Thrice crying to the Holy One, 

" Father, Thy will not mine be done." 



«;i i HS1 MAN] , 67 

4- 
Thus In His agonizing swound 

ly sweat bedews the ground, 
And perfect made by human fears 
The Man of Sorrows and of T< 

Of brother men all tears can share, 
Our pangs can heal, our guilt may bear. 

5- 
But clouds have dimmed the Paschal moon ; 
Of night draws nigh the sombre noon ; 
Heard in the tear His soul that frayed 
The Shepherd, where His sheep arc- laid, 
Draws nigh, the drowsy dock to seek, 
gr, of flesh so w - 

6. 

" Could ye not watch with me one hour ? 
But, oh ! of darkness 'tis the power, 

may and take your rest. 

But, 1. ay ! no more by si 

hand 
their armed hand." 



7- 

With swords and staves they come— and this 

I am ! i'-. 
then my I 



3 GETHSEMANE. 

The Shepherd smitten — flees the flock, 
And trembles he surnamed a Rock. 



Lo ! prompt to fight with flesh and blood, 
He strikes — to make his promise good, 
Yet quails — that bleeding ear restored, 
When Jesus bids — " Put up thy sword." 
Oh ! slow to learn not steel to bare, 
In faith's stern fight of watch and prayer ! 

9- 
Behold the Lamb to slaughter led, 
By wolves athirst His blood to shed, 
And mute as Paschal victims are, 
While Peter follows Him — afar ! 
Far off he follows Christ, and all 
Like him who halt like him must Fall. 



THE BETRAYER. 

: r. < wiui. mil began every I 

say onto Hi:n. Lord, tfl it 



If you fare along the Rhine, 

When the moon at full may shine, 
Be sure to halt at Speyer. 

And when Lights and shadows fall 
>y the minster wall, 

You may see what 1 recall, 
And admire. 



Admire, tho* rude the 
For it moved my inmost t 

And its parable I felt 
It brought to mind that cry 

1 ? " 
And my he Irew nigh, 

iclt 

3- 
Of the river from afar 

No murmur can 



JO THE BETRAYER. 

One feels 'tis holy ground, 
'Mid the trees and shrubs around, 
And a holy awe profound 
Strikes you dumb. 

4- 

On a knoll, in soft moonlight, 
Lo ! figures that affright, 

With staves and swords that slay : 
Climbing on they seem to go, 
Seem moving to and fro, 
Like robbers creeping slow, 

To their prey. 

5- 
Like a serpent's cruel coils 
They wind and weave their toils 

Round a hillock clad with palm ; 
And there, with strarge grimace, 
Stands one of thievish face, 
Who points with finger base 

At the Lamb. 

6. 

The Lamb of God I scan, 
The suffering Son of Man, 

And the angel hov'ring o'er; 
As He sinks on bended knee, 
Those pangs I seem to see, 
Which, all for men like me, 

Jesus bore. 



1 Ml BETRAYER. 71 

7- 

Seen So 1 le kneels, 

And mine the gtlill I le f< 

And it makes me sore afraid ; 
For oh ! that serpent old, 
His manifold, 

us sold, 

betrayed. 



; our, but for gr 
Is the human I 

rompt to go an 

stands upon the brink, 
1 look, and seem to shrink 

Alien I think 

9- 
Is this the man that sate 

lood, I ween, 
IO. 

In a moment 1 



72 THE BETRAYER. 

Tis habit, nurs'd full long, 
Makes the last temptation strong, 
And breeds the lust of wrong, 
With its shame. 

ii. 
And so from Holy Writ 
Comes this warning, fair and fit, 

To the heart of one and all : 
Fear and tremble to begin ; 
F*or adding sin to sin, 
As gamesters waste to win, 

So men fall. 

12. 
If the world from pole to pole 
One might gain, but lose his soul, 

What the profit with the cost ? 
Full many a warning word, 
Like this the traitor heard, 
For pelf that sold his Lord, 

And was lost. 

13. 

And oh ! his madden'd mood, 
When down the price of blood 

At their feet he dash'd amain — 
Who mock'd with scorn and hate, 
As forth he rushed to fate; 
For repentance came too late, 

And was vain. 



i m Bl ik w ik. 73 

14 
But I smite my breast and cry, 
Jesus, " Is il i 

As 1 Linger long and gaze ; 
be merciful to me, 
For not the Pharisi 
But the publican I'd be, 
All my days. 

IS- 
nine- -the guilt 1 [e feels, 
'Neath the angel as I [e ki 

Mine His Father's mystic frown : 
Nfe thinks I see it \ et, 
That brow with dew-drops wet, 
And beads of bloody sweat, 
I dropping down ! 

16. 

rude and crude the art. 
It stamped upon my heart 

. thoughts like coals of fire : 

m'd indeed to see 

A true Gethsen. 

are it came to me, 



THE COUNCIL. 

Let our strength be our justice. — Wisdom, ii. n. 



Who wrote the Book of Wisdom ? From his 
pen 
Distill'd the ichor of the prophets' lore. 
What Caiaphas would do, he shewed before, 
And how they slew the Just, foresaw with keen- 
est ken. 



For while the worldly wise proclaimed their 
dream, 
Should perfect virtue on the earth appear, 
Him all mankind would worship and revere, 
What of the human heart did that true wisdom 
deem ? 

3- 

Ev'n Plato, taught by Scriptures of the Jew, 
Foretold what cruel death the Just should die : 
If seen on earth, Him they would crucify 

With shame and scourging : this the sage of 
Greece foreknew. 



i m O 'i mii . 75 

4- 
: Ian muse, while 1 tr 

I : >m w is l< m's p ige those counsels ol the 
fht 

vritten, of the high-priests' spite, 
With scribe and Pharisee and chiefs of every 
Hi 

Let us oppress the rij Man^theycry, 

the just man lie in wait, lire.: 

lie blames u^ for transgressing our own la 

He is not of our sort, and sure he ought to die. 

6. 
And contrary to all our ways is I 

likes our education and our life ; 

Child of the Lord, with other men at strife, 
Such is this man 1, who chides our 

infamy ! 

7- 
th he shuns our w, his 

i know the Lord ! He seemeth made 
•• and our <: 
raid. 

r a man 

8. 
>urs. It he is gold 

behold 
just, nor hate him while 
gaze ! 



7 6 



THE COUNCIL. 

9- 



God is his Father ! And he maketh boast 
That such as he are blessed in their end ! 
Ha ! let us see — if God be this man's friend — 

What happens in his end, when help he needeth 
most ? 



Let then His God deliver this His Son, 

If He will have Him — from the cross and rod ! 
Blasphemer ! if He be the Son of God, 

Then let the Father save from death His Holy 
One. 



ii. 

So they fulfil what law and prophet saith ; 
Such things did they imagine — self-deceived, 
And blind through wickedness — such things 
believed ; 
Let us condemn him then, they said, to shameful 
death. 






Of blameless souls they loved not the reward, 
Nor knew God's mysteries ; nor wages sought 
Of righteousness — but death, by Satan brought, 

While lo ! the just shall live immortal with the 
Lord. 



i in O >UNCIL, 77 



So far the Book of Wisdom ; thus they spake, 
As 'twas forewritten. [n the midnight dark, 
They wait their victim with their band : and 
hark ! 
They come with clamours rude, the welkin that 
awake. 

prophet of the Jews — 'twas Caiaphas 

id — "for I ")d, this man 

should die : " 

let the people hear him prophesy 
nans next will do ; for so 'twill come 
to p 



" They shall come hither and our place make 
void, 
And takeaway our Nation," 1 
In Rome that arch of Titus still may show 

soon the Rom and all destroyed. 



CAIAPHAS. 

The high-priest rent his clothes. — St. Matt. xxvi. 65. 
I. 

Night in the cruel high-priest's hall 

And night his soul within ! 
Of Caiaphas — that whited wall, 

Who hath the greater sin. 
How blood-stained in the book of time 

The page that doth record 
His deed of darkness and of crime, 

Who judged his judge and Lord. 

2. 
Go read how meekly him before 

The Lamb of Abel stood ; 
How he who Aaron's mitre bore 

Could shed Messiah's blood : 
Mere type and shadow of the law 

He scorns the substance true, 
And God's High-Priest, whom Abra'm saw, 

This priestly traitor slew. 

3- 
Aye, read that oracle of flame, 

His victim's answer dread ; 
Adjured in great Jehovah's name, 

What God's co-equal said : 
Hereafter, thou who judgest Me 

Before My bar shalt stand, 



JAPHAS. 
m o\ Man shall see 

:it hand. 

4- 
high-priest rent his clothes, but knew 
Not half that rending meant ; 

That day, the temple of the Jew, 
day, its veil was rent. 
tiadowy priesthood thus he doflPd 
With that symbolic vest ; 
tiizedek, while yet he scoff d 
►re him stood confess'd. 

5- 
phas was In- who gave 

This counsel — so it saith — 
The people of the Jews to save 

man should die the death. 
Like Balaam's beast he prophesied, 
knew 'twas of the Lord ; 
>f himself he spake, nor lied, 
1 the Spirit's word. 

Then let the Romans come ; their prey 

i them bear a v. 
the Living room : 
For He the one 
Wh i lade known — 



PONTIUS PILATE. 

The Priest shall make an Atonement for the soul that 
sinneth ignorantly and for the stranger that sojourneth 
among them. — Numb. xv. 24-29. 

I. 
Some say he was a Teuton. Where the vine 

Purples the hillsides of his fatherland 
Were bred those hinds, they say, beside the 
Rhine, 
Who toss'd the dice, with red remorseless 
hand, 
On Jesu's raiment. These His corse divine 
Watch'd in the sepulchre ; a brutal band 
Pacing - , stern sentries, round that sealed tomb, 
Their shimmering- helmets glittering in the 
gloom. 

2. 
It may be so ; the legend suits my song-. 

With Pilate came they, those barbarians bold, 
To make his weak dominion sternly strong- 

And quell the tribes of Jacob in their hold ; 
Those tribes so fierce against the Romans' wrong, 

Untamed and turbulent and uncontroll'd, 
And daring- oft ev'n Roman chiefs to vex, 
While Caesar's yoke weigh'd heavy on their 
necks. 



\ i IUS I'll \ 1 1 81 

3- 
With these, 'twas Pilate's task and toil ausl 

Tiberius' mastery supreme ; 
Nor marvel that with policy severe 
He scorn< d their superstitions as a dre 
in other Romans, his career 
Was cruel and remorseless in its scheme. 
S policy alike for Jew and ( \r 
trample on the proud and spare the meek. 

4- 
then ; but where Caiaphas was priest, 
should be 
A Christian's sad reproaches. Thi 

ilate in the hist 
Of that p day, that bloody feast, 

Wa-.n even apostles trembl'd and could tie- 
all, perchance, ignoble was his mood. 
Who strove and pleaded, feared, and yet with- 

; - 

rthy all, 
Dragg'd from his lay-break, see him 

al 
Contemptuous o'er the i his hall, 

e that disturbed his bed. 
forth, impatient at their i 

iiiinl aad thief-like 



82 PONTIUS PILATE. 

6. 
Grand in his awful goodness, lambkin dumb 

Before his shearers — how the satrap shrinks 
From that dejected front, amid the hum 

Of voices claiming judgment. Courage sinks 
Before his victim, as like fiends they come, 

Clinch'd fists uplifted, and strange tongues 
methinks, 
Greek, Hebrew, Latin mingled. Hear their cry ! 
Can Pilate scruple one more Jew should die ? 

7- 
Now opes the dreadful drama of that day ! 

"Take him, and judge him for yourselves." 
He turns 
As one contemptuous from their hordes away. 

Louder they clamour, he more fiercely spurns, 
While thirsting for Messiah's blood they say — 
"Not ours to deal the shameful death he 
earns, 
Who breaks our law ; and then 'tis thine alone, 
'Gainst Csesar's rival, to uphold the throne." 



'■ He makes himself a king ! " they said. 'Twas 
meet 

The son of David, of that palace floor, 
Should tread its art Mosaic under feet ! 

There — never stood a Nazarene before ; 
But Pilate leads him towards his judgment seat, 

And talks with him apart, where arching o'er 



PON riUS lii \ ii . 83 

ning pavement, set with coloured stones, 
s flamed with gold, a glory meet for 

thro 

9- 
u Art tJion a king, then ? " to the Lamb serene 
lli> judge makes question ; while, instinct with 
rear, 
His eye surveys that meek yet manly mien. 

And U- inge that he should stand so 

The heir of Solomon. He hearkens keen.: 

"Thou sayest it Who told it thee?" But 

hear — 
More strange those words that followed, when, 
forsooth, 

ruth He spake! Said Pilate: "What is 
truth ?" 

10. 
Think of that moment, when, more bright than 
morn, 

en flash'd, and left him 

Echoes within t a thought new-born, 

As on that awful sufferer he gazed : 

•• What is truth ? " he . not with 

scorn : 
f • Truth incarnate, turning 

To - l*s truth, defiant of assault: 

Hear him : " I find in him no fault.*' 



84 PONTIUS PILATE. 

II. 

Comes to his ear, amid their wild uproar, 
Herod's foul name. Of guilt in Galilee, 

They charge this man of Nazareth ! Full sore 
The hate twixt him and Herod ; yet, thought he, 

This shall make peace between us twain once 
more. 
I'll send the case to Herod for decree: 

" Take him to Herod, then," if so ye say. 

Frantic they hear and sullen they obey. 



Behold '* that fox" ! To his hyaena-den 
They drag the pallid Jesus. Bloody sweat, 

And those long hours of wakefulness — and then 
His famishing and shiv'ring, why forget ? 

These have already marr'd this "scorn of men," 
This patient Man of sorrows. Lo ! 'tis set, 

The court of Herod, and amid their bands, 

Silent, while they make mirth, Messiah stands. 

13. 

"No answer and no miracle," exclaim 
The slaves of Herod ; "let him give us sport." 

Yes, "turn him o'er to spitting and to shame," 
The tyrant bids. They mock his mute deport, 

And men of war deride his regal fame : 

" Now, send him back to Pilate's meaner 
court, 

And deck'd in robes of lustre he shall go, 

Led forth with laughter, o'er his way of woe." 



i-< >\ i IUS in \ i i . 

U- 
Beh< ' more 'round Pilate rings their 

CC more his pride confronts t!. 
ish, far more than proud, rning all 

1 1c sees or I urging mass 

: my tides of mire and gall, 

Resentful, as they beg For Bar-Abbas. 

" Not Jesus, but the robber ! " so they cried. 
*• But, Jesus, tlu-n ':" " Let him be crucified ! " 

Pilate, tiiy time has come, if man thou art, 
To show thy manhood once, ifneverm 

see him, baffled, feebly hunt of heart, 
id the mad up: 
Trembles the ba ITS upstart. 

e moment — while their clamour calls for 
gore- 
He feels a conscience in his bosom beat ; 
And, silent, ponders on his judgment-seat. 

For Claudia's I i him with her : 

Her dream of" that Just Man." And shall it 
win 

uch a spouse ? Affrighted he — 

ffrighted — tun: >re within, 

To ask— \ wful m\ 

They call'd him " tmid their 

oh ! " whence art thou ? " 

Could (i<j(l more god-like m< 



86 PONTIUS PILATE. 

17- 

As the weak wall resists and not the rock, 
So he withstands ; so smite in dread recoil 

Those waves of fury. Hear their frightful mock — ■ 
" Thou art not Caesar's friend ! " Their wild 
turmoil 

Strikes at his master-passion, like the shock 
Of ocean, when its depths uprise and boil. 

Once more, while yet their crafty cries they urge, 

Pilate acquits — and gives Him to the scourge. 

18. 
Then cometh Jesus forth, in thorny crown 

And robe of purple purpled now afresh : 
For streams the beaded blood his face adown ; 

And of his shoulders bleeds the furrow'd flesh. 
Behold that diadem of Christ's renown ; 

No sheen of gold that glitters in the mesh 
Shows like those thorns — withstand the sight, 

who can ? 
So Pilate feels and cries, — " Behold the man ! " 

19. 
Behold the Man : behold God's only Son ! 

Pilate turns preacher : and who else, like him, 
Before mankind hath set the Holy One ? 

So, seen of angels and the seraphim, 
And seen of sinners thus, while Time shall run, 

Through dazzled eyes, which contrite tears 
bedim — 
Behold the Lamb ! They see — and yet they cry, 
" Away with Him ! Him let us crucify." 



\ i [US I'M \it. 87 

•ul the laver bring ! 

. ash his hands ; he deems 'tis fit 

icm and to their seed tins guilt should cling: 

" His blood on us shall be "—they echo it ! 
'•Hi- I lis claim of 

K 
And mine the maxim — What is writ is writ." 
I am innocent of blood," he cries, 
Uplifting his wash'd hands before their eyes. 

21. 
Mock not this rite baptismal : Who art thou 
Call'd Christian, but in spirit all unbless'd, 

shamed of Jesus? On thy brow 
The e al'd, but when with loyal breast 

Hast thou for Him fulfilled the soldier's vow, 

Or for that thorny crown and purple vest 
Stood forth like Pilate ! When hast thou, sore- 
tri 
i'd cv'n thine hands to own the Crucifi 



Take heed w right 

hand, 

h plead before I lis bar, 
Lest I' thee, and may stand 

and thou 
Art thou ( tier ': 'Mid the guilty band 

lined one 

scar ? 



85 PONTIUS PILATE. 

Scoff not at Pilate's laver, self-baptized, 
If less than his thy christ'ning hath sufficed. 

23. 

Yet can such guilt be pardon'd ! Who shall say ? 

Faith may remove great mountains, and who 
knows 
That Pilate ne'er repented ? But that day 

Full many a Christian Pilate shall disclose ; 
And if that blood their sins can wash away, 

Who crucify afresh the Man of Woes, 
Why not poor Pilate's ? Christ's atonement free, 
Washeth all nations, like the vasty sea. 

24. 
Much have I ponder'd Pilate with such thought, 
Weighing His Word, whose ev'ry word is 
weigh'd, 
And while I hope for him, presuming naught, 
'Tis mine own sin that makes my soul dis- 
may 'd, 
Lest to the Christian's door the crime be brought 

While ev'n for Pilate pardon is up laid. 
Before that clay judge nothing : leave him there, 
With Him who for His murderers poured His 
prayer. 

25. 

Yet for all heathen in their vale of death 

Make broad this hope ; and think of Pilate 
then, 



( i IUS PI1 I ik. 89 

lay by day, as. with all nations' breath, 
His name is named in all the tongues of men. 
"Suffer'd by Pontius Pilate " so it saith ; 

>r is one human name within my ken 
requent utter'd as this name unblest, 

ill the lands and oceans, east or west. 

26. 
By men, by maids, by boys, by women all, 

And all their years of life 'tis said or sung. 
Where the great Minster lifts its lofty wall, 
Who hath not heard its echoes, while the 
tongue 

sends the Creed, before the people fall 
Upon their bended knees — the old and young ? 
Ev'n at his mother's knee the babe must frame 
With pouting lip to lisp poor Pilate's name. 

27. 

Sounds not the dread indictment too severe, 
Roll'd round the globe, and, like the wand'ring 
Jew, 

Put — mercy's accents 1, 
"The princes of this world, they never knew 
The wisdom that for Christians shines so cle 

. never done the deed — who slew 
The Lord of Gl Paul, 

tiles all. 

28. 
And ev'n at Pilate's bar, that bleed 

Hear how His lips dropp'd mercy 'mid his foes: 



90 PONTIUS PILATE. 

" Not thine the greater sin." Nor Creed nor 
psalm 
Forbids the hopes that spring from words like 
those. 
This of his great Atonement lifts the palm 

Victorious over Satan ! Still it flows 
That fountain of Salvation ; still arise 
The fuming savours of that sacrifice. 

29. 
Hear Peter plead : " My brethren : Well, I wot 

Through ignorance ye did it, as did they — 
Your rulers : for ev'n Pilate faltered not, 

Determined to release him — nor gave way 
Till ye denied the Just One." Ne'er forgot, 

Be what the Man of Tarsus too might say, 
As for himself so for the world beside: 
" Mercy I gain'd, for blindly 1 denied." 

3o. 
Nor shall the rocks of Sinai with their flame 
Prevail against the Cross ; nor those dread 
seals 
Against the Lamb that opes them. His blest 
claim 
The rainbow round His throne in light re- 
veals ; 
And sure the heathen in Messiah's name 

May see Salvation. Ev'n the law appeals 
For mercy to "the stranger," and makes room 
For Gentiles, where its Hebrew censers fume. 



- 1 rus I'll \ n . i 

Si. 

ire soft words engrav'd 

v by Moses' iron pen : 

For sins oi ignorance the sin-enslaved 
Find mercy in the swe< t Atonement then. 

For oh ! the depth ! if Pilate may be saved, 

Sure there is pardon for the world of men, 
And for all sinners grace is multiplied, 

Through the dear love of that blest Lamb that 
died. 

3* 

Methinks poor Pilate stands for human kind, 

For all who sin and know not what they do; 
So tenderly did Jesus love the blind, 

So did His prayer ascend for them that slew. 
Sure, where that crimson Cross hath never 
shined, 
Forgiveness may be found and glory too. 
it Aaron's priest in type might waft away, 
Twas God's High-Pi sh'd out that dread- 

ful d 

33- 
Yes, worthy is the Lamb, and who shall tell 

How worth), om'd there above, 

Where those s hal anther 

And higher raptures in the angels mi 
There they who drink from life's exhaust 
well, 
! sing the 



92 PONTIUS PILATE. 

Shall show how mercy to the blind is given: 
'Tis our presumptuous sins that cry to heaven ! 

34- 
And this my comfort when I chant the Creed, 

That not for doom we name poor Pilate's 
name, 
But, as it were, for guilty souls to plead, 

Who sin like him, unknown of sin the shame. 
Oh ! blest be He who died to intercede, 

Methinks the depths of pardon we proclaim — 
Naming one sinner's name, for whom He cried, 
" Father, forgive them " — through the Crucified. 



GABBATHA. 

Ecce Homo.— S. John, xix. 5. 
I. 

The ploughers ploughed their furrows red 

Upon His back bent down, 
Then, in the purple robe — His head 
n by the thorny crown — 
forth of men the Man — and Pilate said 
Behold the Man ! 



The Man that is my fellow — saith 

. In the prophet's pa. 
Behold the Man of Nazareth 
Confronts the rabble's r 

>>d-with-us consents to scorn and death. 
>lcl the Man ! 



. He bleeds, and meek He Stands, 

The reed b 

eptre SWaj 
ev'n the Roman heart that thus 
mauds : 

[an : 



94 



GABBATHA. 



4- 

Oh ! moment in the march of time 

The greatest and the worst, 
When stoops the Son of God sublime 

So low, 'mid men accurst. 
Tis heathen Pilate thus rebukes their crime : 
Behold the Man ! 

5- 
Poor Pilate ! That stupendous scene 

He made, for oh ! he felt 
How meek in Majesty His mien, 

And — sure their hearts must melt ; 
So thought he — and he spake with awe, I ween: 
Behold the Man ! 

6. 
Not then, as now, might instant Art 

That sight so dread make fast, 
And grave, as with the sunbeam's dart, 

What they beheld aghast ; 
But Lord ! of all mankind, make every heart 
Behold the Man ! 



7- 

For nevermore shall fade away 

That momentary view ; 
Age after age, day after day, 

To faithful souls made new: 
Echoes that voice, and still shall sound for aye: 
Behold the Man ! 



G IBB \i ha. 



vet that voice shall cease to thrill 
n those who sing the psalm 

heavenly hill ; 
while they see the Lamb 
»ing the Lamb once slain they hear it 
still- 
Behold the Man I 



CALVARY, 

In the Mount of the Lord it shall be seen.— Gen. xxii. 14. 
In this Mountain.— Isaiah, xxv. 6. 

I. 

As the strong swimmer spreads his hands to swim 

So shall his hands be spread, 
And seen of angels, seen of seraphim 

Work wonders 'mid the dead ; 
Shall spoil — of powers and princedoms of the 
air — 

Their portion and their prey, 
Like Moses, when the Cross he made in prayer, 

On old Rephidim's Day. 

2. 
Here the dark veil of death that covers o'er 

The face of nations all, 
Those pierced hands shall rend, and nevermore 

Their tears undried shall fall. 
Death shall be swallowed up that day of days, 

In victory and peace ; 
And in this mount of God shall songs of praise 

Begin, no more to cease. 

3- 
And there the Lord shall make our Paschal 
Feast ; 
Wines on the lees refined. 



CA1 V \kv. 97 

While swells the Alleluia, west and i 
tnVd mankind, 
A man shall be our refuge from the storm, 

n blighting heat and shade ; 
When for the poor oppressed [mmanuel's form 
The Crucified is made. 
7 



FOLLOWING THE LAMB. 

Whithersoever he goeth.— Rev. xiv. 4. 



The patient Lamb of God, I see, 
As forth He goes to Calvary, 
And travels o'er that doleful road, 
Bearing the cross, his bitter load. 



That cross, my soul, thy sins have made, 
On Him thy sins that cross have laid : 
How should the thought thy heart appall, 
Beneath such load, to see Him fall ! 

3- 

Oh, Lamb before Thy shearers dumb, 
Like the Cyrenian lord I come, 
And fain like him compelled would be, 
To bear Thy burden after Thee. 

4- 

Let me for Thee take up the cross, 
And count my life, my all, but loss, 
If so partaker of Thy pain, 
Thy crown at last may be my gain. 



FOLLOW [NG mi' I ami;. 99 

be 
Thy love on earth allots to me, 
Oh, may Thy servant ne'er repine, 
Remembering what a cross was Thine ! 

Yet make no sorer cross my share 
Than Thou canst teach me how to bear ; 

ember, Lord, how frail I am, 
How faint in following the Lamb ! 



THE CROSS-BEARER. 

Him they compelled to bear His cross. — St. Matt. 
xxvii. 32. 



The rustic Simon from Cyrene came, 

A Gentile born, 
Perchance of Ham's dejected race and name, 

Who little dreamed that morn, 
As to the town he fared to keep the Feast, 
His name should be remember'd, west and east, 
Forever and forever, as of one 
Who did that day the deed which angels would 
have done. 



Him they compelled Messiah's cross to bear, 

With rude arrest ; 
Mocking the plain wayfarer's vacant stare, 

His awe and look distress'd. 
A stranger proselyte, amaz'd was he 
Entangl'd in that rabble throng to be, 
To hear the soldiers' cry and see withal 
Beneath his cruel load the dear Redeemer fall. 



THE CF I R 101 

teen, what heavenly legions then down (lew 
Him to upbear ! 

\1 their loving amis— but 
knew 
They might no further dare : 
S Simon's lot alone to lift the load, 
And following Jesus o'er the tearful road, 
To share his Saviour's burden : foremost he 
Of all that bear the cro.^s ; who would not 
Simon be ? 

4- 
Who would not give his dearest Lord relief 

'Mid shame and bio 
Who covets not to soothe the Saviour's grief 

With tender words, like those 
Who follow'd near with woman's tears and cries ? 
Nay. from such longings to life's duties rise : 
Bear but the cross thou art compelled to bear, 
And following thus thy Lord---so shalt thou do 
thy share. 



THE WAY OF SORROWS. 

Bearing His cross. — St. Luke. 



Bearing the cross, that baleful load, 
He toils along the bitter road ; 
The patient Lamb, the cruel tree 
Drags forth to ghastly Calvary. 



When faint He falls, so worn and weak,' 
How to my soul His sorrows speak, 
For in that load my sins I scan, 
Borne by the lowly Son of Man. 

3- 

Soon was that cross His racking bed 
For quivering limbs and writhing head, 
Where streaming wound and straining eye . 
Told of His mortal agony. 

4- 
Blest Saviour, this for me to bear 
Was thine, and what for Thee my share ? 
Shall I for Thee no prize lay down, 
Accept no cross, yet claim the crown ? 



rni w \\ OF >< 'ki 103 

Up the ( : S hard to do, 

But mercy comes with precept too : 

TOSS Thy love ordains, 

w hat Christ compels His grace sustains. 



GOLGOTHA. 

And Abraham said, My son, God will provide Himself 
a Lamb. —Gen. xxii. 8. 



Little the rich man thought, 

When as that place of skulls, that field 
Of frightful Golgotha he bought, 
All that he did was sealed 
Long time before, in old Isaiah's song ; 
Strange what his gold might buy should not to 
him belong:. 



It was Moriah's height, 

On the third day that did arise, 
Marked by the dread Shekinah's light, 
To Father Abraham's eyes : 
Fast by his side a youth pursued the road 
Who on his shoulders bore a fagot's fearful 
load. 

3- 
'* Here on this mount — God's hill," 

The patriarch said, "it shall be seen — 
Let us but work His holy will — 
What all these wonders mean." 



GOLGOI M \. 

"But where the Lamb?" the voice of I 
cried : 

" Here in this mount, my son, God will the Lamb 
provide." 

4- 
Lo I where the ram of old 

Was in the tangled thicket caught, 
Whei - K>nds the cross foretold, 

That field tin- rich man bought. 
In rile Jehovah-Jireh lay ; 

And none remembered now that name of 
raham's day. 

5- 
The gibbet's baleful gloom, 

The jackal's loathsome feast, was there, 
Till Joseph made the rock a tomb 

• garden fair : 
ireameel that priests should seek, in Pil 
name, 

I rock, once more 

On either hand a felon's 

ring Father willed 
That His 
ith the wicked in h >m, 

: ich, in st tfe, in faithful Joseph's 

ton 



106 GOLGOTHA. 

7- 
That Golgotha accurst 

Holds the new Adam in its cave ; 
And oh ! how all unlike the first — 
An Eden from a grave 
He gives in that sweet garden, where his Bride 
Rose, like a fairer Eve, forth from his wounded 
side. 



THE MAN OF SORROWS. 
Is it nothing 

I. 

THEY err not who have said, of yore, 
Ev'n the child Jesus suffi i 

[is days for us the cr vary bore. 

2. 

And Art this truth hath well made known, 
re — ev'n with Joseph's tools, is shown 
The child who frames a cross to wake 
mother's moan. 

3- 
Those lesser sorrows why forg 
That strewed the path before Him set, 
And l 'round his death, as 'twere- an evil 

net ? 

4- 

But • 

Of our indulgent flesh to taste no pleasing a 

5- 
Thos -at wofk our fall, 

And oft the nobler mind enthrall, 

. they suffered one 

and all ! 



IOB THE MAN OF SORROWS. 

6. 

He saw — constrain'd His aching sight — 
Men's faces fierce as beasts that fright, 
Or made like shapes that scowl in visions of the 
night. 

7- 
He heard — as 'twere of fiends that fell — 
The curses and the wolfish yell, 
While murd'rers gnash'd their teeth and howl'd 
like hounds of hell. 



He smell'd — the savour foul and rank, 
Ere gall and vinegar he drank ; 
And spittle smear'd his face from mouths like 
tombs that stank. 



9- 
He tasted — while they mock'd and laugh'd — 
The dripping sponge, but left unquaffd, 
Ev'n in his thirst of death, that nauseous dole and 
draught. 

10. 

He felt — the blows, the thorns — but this 
More keen than nails — the serpent-hiss 
Of him who stung his cheek with treacherous lip 
and kiss. 



I ill- M \\ I >\ SORROWS. 

I i. 

•• Ye that pass by — behold ami 
sorrows that are done to me. 

Ami is it naught to you ? '* 1 [e asks — ami answer 

12. 

We answer at the font, and there 
Promise tor His dear sake the cross to bear ; 
But, oh ! forgive us Lord, and us poor sinners 
.re. 



THE CROSS. 

And I, if I be lifted up from the earth, will draw all men 
unto me. — St. John, xii. 32. 

I. 

Saviour, on thine uplifted Tree 
How soon Thy saving work began, 

Drawing all human hearts to Thee, 
For dying men the dying Man. 

2. 
Foremost of those who fled — draws near, 

With Mary by the cross to stand, 
That one whom Jesus loved — to hear 

His pard'ning word, His sweet command. 

3- 
Full soon is changed the vacant stare 

Of those who raised the cross so high, 
For sitting down they watched Him there, 

Touched by that meek, forgiving cry. 

4. 
Then scribe and priest the ebb discerned 

Of passion's tides that stormed before ; 
When smote their breasts and slow returned 

Mockers who now could mock no more. 

5- 
Vain those appeals and scoffs renew'd — 
" Others He saved, not self, we see : " 









11 1 1 CROSS. hi 

For conscience owns ingratitude ; 

gracious 1 !<• I 

6. 

And lo ! the thief reclaimed at lasl 

;.s tow'rds the Christ more near to move, 
Tor ev'n those arms, though pinioned fast, 

Embrace His all-embracing love. 

nished ! At the mighty cry 

Uprose the dark that veiled His death, 
Forth flam i victory, 

While rend the flinty rocks beneath. 



Then broke one Roman heart as hard, 
That lon<g had pondered with amaze, 

And marvelled at the victim marr'd, 
That fixed his stern, astonish'd gaze. 

9- 
The moment that his Saviour died, 

sh from that he forth his creed: 

i righteous man," he cried — 
indeed." 

io. 
O Lamb of ( k>d — that cross of thii 

When shall mankind it e ? 

shall be felt its might (ii 
uman hearts I 



THE THREE CROSSES. 

He said unto Jesus, Lord, remember me. when Thou 
comest into Thy kingdom. — St. Luke, xxiii. 42. 



At morn or eve, one shining sphere 
Sheds its reflected light serene, 

But holds its course the sun so near, 
That few the little star have seen. 

2. 
Behold in all its solar blaze 

The Cross of Christ, the death divine ! 
How mean beside its morning rays 

The martyr's noblest trophies shine ! 

3 

The thief's repentant cross to view 
Not many for a moment turn : 

The Cross of Christ so near — how few 
Those meaner splendors can discern ! 

4- 
Yet think what ev'n that cross supplies, 

And what reflected light it throws : 
How the Great Cross it glorifies, 

And all its might and mercy shows ! 



im niKi i CR( '--i S, I I \ 






iart) r Jesus ha 

.lis and bows his head ; 
1 [is are our redemption's pan. 

His blood is for atonement .shed. 

That other cross the Saviour's power 
in all I lis might to s 

He dies, but in that awful hour 

From Satan's thralklom frees the slave. 

7- 

rees alone, but clothes with light 
The soul so dark to Him that turns : 
For when were faith and hope more bright 
Than His, who there his God discerns? 



A king — though like a worm he seems ; 
tighty — though they crucify ; 
1 »d — though Him the priest blasphemes ; 
1 1:^ Saviour — wh ts to die ! 

9- 
The Resurrection and the Life, 

le groaning on the cross he hung ; 
How strong the faith, with fact at strife, 
That fired the mal 
8 



114 THE THREE CROSSES. 

10. 

A thief, a sinner base at morn, 

On that blest Lamb has fix'd his eyes, 

And heard His words — till, newly born, 
He lives — and all in glory dies. 

ii. 

Dies, but confesses, first, his Lord ; 

Pleads with his twin in shame and crime 
Repents and prays, and wins the word 

Of peace and promise so sublime. 



The faith that prayed — " Remember Me 
When Thou shalt in Thy kingdom come "- 

How great ! His kingdom to foresee ; 
That Lamb before His shearers dumb ! 

13- 
Back to fair Eden's guarded door 

Redeeming love in mercy goes ; 
The flaming sword is seen no more, 

Of Paradise the gates unclose. 

H. 

Of Paradise— but not the same, 

Nor of a kingdom far away ; 
But " thou, with me, who own'st my Name, 

Shalt be in Paradise this day." 



mi: i iiki 1 CR( '--i 5. IIS 

i the Christ, the. war to \v 

With ho^ts of hell ; while yet to prove 

>wer to save -behold tin- gauge 

In this the trophy of His love I 

16. 

The earth its depth, the heaven its height, 

readth the widespread world may know, 
And lo ! the fourfold eross, Id light, 
This parable might seem to show. 

17- 
rigotha — those crosses three, 

That Cross of Christ, the twain between, 

Lemption's mystery, 
And tell what all life's myst'ries mean. 

IS. 
He that believes, though dead he v. 

kingdom live and reign ; 
ning Suti' 
rimson'd eross in vain. 



THE ATONEMENT. 

No man may deliver his brother nor make agreement 
unto God for him, for it cost more to redeem their souls.— 
Ps. xlix. 7, 8. 

I. 

Hail Cross of Christ, whose crimson stains 

Flow from the dear Redeemer's veins ; 

Our only hope, our only plea, 

Our refuge from the storm is He ; 

And blest the Father's love, who gave — 

In Him — the Mighty One to save. 



Of sinful flesh how poor the dream 
That man his brother may redeem, 
Or for himself redemption win, 
By human merit cleansed from sin. 
Dear Lamb of God, thy blood alone 
Is all-sufficient to atone. 

3- 
Hail Cross of Christ, o'er life's dark sea, 
Rising our Star of Hope to be ! 
Through clouds and storms that lower around 
Thy radiance breaks, and peace is found, 
And guided by thy light, at last, 
The port appears, the waves are passed. 



, 



I HI \|. >NI Ml \ I 117 

4- 
pilgrim through a world ol woe, 
While lure I tare and toil below, 
r'd by tin- beams, as pilgrims 
Who but d ndly star, 

Still shall my heart contented sing, 
Hail Cross of Christ, my God and King ! 



HYSSOP. 

Purge me with hyssop and I shall be clean.— Psalm, li. 7. 

I. 

The bitter hyssop, springing from the wall, 
While Solomon the king is passing by, 
Of that imperial sage attracts the eye ; 

But did that eye foresee the vinegar and gall ? 

2. 
A greater King than Solomon is here, 
Of that strange herb, the true interpreter, 
Whose pungent scent is as the bitter myrrh, 
Whose taste like Sodom's sea, or Marah's fount 
austere. 

3- 
O'er Moses' book its spray the hyssop throws ; 
Its crimson stain the Hebrew's door makes 

sure ; 
The purge of sin, the loathsome leper's cure, 
All teach — from Christ alone the blood of sprin- 
kling flows. 

4- 
The awful groan from His deep heart that burst 
When, uncomplaining on the nails He hung, 
When, from the dust of death, His parched 
tongue 
The last fierce torture told in that one word — I 
thirst: 



i 



HYSSOP. II9 

That mnds the Levite's hyssop-bough, 

The sponge, with gall and acrid juice, that 

drips, 
The reed with hyssop bound that mocks his 

lips — 
All these, Messiah's signs, are seen in Jesus now. 

6. 
Kneel we beneath His Cross of Sacrifice, 
Smiting the breast, and trembling to draw- 
near ; 

:11 these tokens reading, with deep tear, 
While Nature blackens o'er : the Lord of Nature 
dies. 

7. 
For so, in jot and tittle, all fulfil I'd, 

Even to the hyssop are His signs foreshown ; 
Behold the pierced side, th' unbroken bone ; 
The Paschal Lamb with bitter herbs is killed. 



Around the cross, with thorn and spear and 

This plant we twine, of mystic worth not 1 
Behold and see, h 
The I I Prophets blend, to deck I 

hands that bleed ! 



THE DESIRE OF NATIONS. 

So shall He sprinkle many nations.— Isaiah, lii. 15. 



Saviour, sprinkle many nations ! 

Fruitful let thy sorrows be, 
By thy pains and consolations 

Draw the Gentiles unto thee. 
Of thy Cross the wondrous story, 

Be it to the nations told : 
Let them see Thee in thy glory, 

And thy mercy manifold. 

2. 

Far and wide, though all unknowing, 

Pants for thee each mortal breast : 
Human tears for Thee are flowing, 

Human hearts in Thee would rest. 
Thirsting as for dews of even, 

Or the new-mown grass for rain, 
Thee they seek as God of Heaven, 

Thee as man for sinners slain. 



3- 
Saviour, lo ! the isles are waiting, 

Stretched the hand and strained the sight, 



Tin Dl SIR] OF NATIO 121 

irit, new * 

re flame and wisdom's light : 
Give the word, and of the preacher 

' and touch the ton . 
Till on earth, by every creature, 
Glory to the Lamb be sung. 



NICODEMUS. 

With the rich in his death.— Isaiah, liii., 9. 



They came to Nicodemus, him to mock 
Because with them no part he bore, 
And they had mock'd him once before : 

Now let him share the shame and feel its shock ! 

2. 

Him then they told his prophet was no more ; 

Was hanging lifeless on the tree ; 

With thieves was hanging — there on Calvary, 
Just as the serpent was uphung of yore ! 

3- 
Started that ruler at the taunt severe : 

Nay, have they made his blood to stream ? 

Made that white Lamb a serpent seem ? 
Oh ! where was I ? Alas ! too late I hear. 

4. 
Came back those words — came back that lamp- 
lit scene, 
When first he sought the Christ to see, 
And came by night so stealthily, 
'Mid Olive's proves to find the Nazarene : 



ID] mi 5, 123 

5- 
Moses lifted up that brazen sign, 
Son of Man," he s Lid, 
•• Be lifted up." Strange words and dread I 
Hut now 'tis all unveil'd — their sense divine. 



Uprose that ruler of the Jews : uprose 
Unwonted courage in his breast 

He came with Joseph, and thrice blest 
These bore the dear Redeemer to repose. 



THE BURIAL. 

Then took they the body of Jesus and wound it in linen 
clothes, with the spices as the manner of the Jews is to bury. 
St. John, xix., 40. 

1. 

Yes, 'tis finished ! All is done 
Man could do to God the Son. 
Hangs He there upon the Tree ; 
In His side the Fountain see, 
Gory hands and drooping brow, 
Bruised and marr'd ! Tis finished now. 

2. 
Loose w r e then the thorny crown ; 
Take the glorious victim down ; 
Draw the nails with tender care ; 
Gently, now, the body bear: 
Spread and fold his winding-sheet, 
Store its bands with spices sweet. 

3- 

Through the garden, seek the tomb; 
Lift the torch to light its gloom ; 
Lo ! about the sacred bier 
Prince and senator appear ! 
With the poor his dwellings were 
With the rich his sepulchre ! 



THE BUR! M • 135 

4- 

Roll the stone upon I 

Longing, looking back once more, 

Turn we as we beat the breast, 

Leavin 

tie Marys, do not stay ; 
Hallow yet one Sabbath-day ! 



THE SEPULCHRE. 

To the mountain of myrrh and to the hill of frankincense, 
until the day break and the shadows flee away.— Canticles, 
iv., 6. 

I. 

Ye that, lingering near the spot, 
Keep your vigil fearing not ; 
Musing, weeping, where the grave 
Holds the guest that died to save. 

2. 
Holy Marys — saw ye then, 
How they came with armed men ? 
Heard, as through a wilderness, 
Heavy footsteps near you press ? 

3- 
" Whose the tomb ? For whom ? " they cry, 
As their torches blaze on high; 
''Come we, lest the dead should stir — 
Sentries round a sepulchre ? " 

4- 
Tell them 'tis the royal bed 
Where a conqueror lays his head : 
'Tis the rest of David's son ; 
'Tis the couch of Solomon ! 



rm -i \'\ i CHRE. 127 

o\ pillar'd smoke, 
Learn of what the prophet spoke ; 
For the funeral lights ye bear, 
Fume with spice and incense rare. 



Let the glorious Victor sleep, 
Threescore guards his state shall keep, 

I round, a goodly sight, 
Sword on thigh, through all the night. 



Roman guards, expert in war, 
Israel's too, not less ye are : 
If—" no king- but Caesar " — then, 
Ye are Israel's valiant men ! 

8. 

Jealous Jews, that slew your King, 
tl pomp ye bring, 
■s may thus provide 
for the Crucified. 

Shines the moon — the guard is 

tening helms with dew-drops wet, 
And their spear^ make shining show, 
Pacing slowl) to and fro. 



128 THE SEPULCHRE. 

IO. 
Seal the stone with Pilate's gem ; 
Daughters of Jerusalem, 
By the hinds and by the roes 
Rouse him not from sweet repose. 

ii. 
Where the mountain scents of myrrh, 
Frankincense and fragrant fir, 
He is gone, till break of day, 
Till the shadows flee away. 

12. 

He that in the garden knelt, 
He in Olive's groves that dwelt, 
Here His bruised flesh hath laid, 
In a garden's grateful shade. 

13. 
Leave Him — 'tis the prophet's word — 
Till the turtle's voice is heard ; 
Leave Him till the darkness flees : 
Wake Him not until He please. 



i: ISTER. 

Thk Lion of the tribe of Judah, the Root of David, hath 
prevailed. R 



WAKE the world ! The morning breaks, 

Lo ! the Lord of life awakes, 
See his glory in the skies 
Chri- : let us ri 

mise naught hath failed: 
Judah's Lion hath prevailed. 

2. 

the patient Lamb's repose, 

the Lion that uprose : 
Lam!) of God, our sins to bear, 
Lion, death and hell to i 
Lamb-like in the grave to lie ; 
Judah's Lion ne' 

v 

Wake, the wondrous tale to tell 
How He broke the bars of hell. 
at lay among the de 
itself hath captive : 
Death and hell, the sting and Same, 
Juda inc. 

) 



130 EASTER. 

4- 
Wake the never-ending psalm ; 
Song of Moses and the Lamb ; 
Of the Lamb, a Victim rent, 
Of the Lion's hardiment, 
Spread His praise from shore to shore 
Judah's Lion dies no more. 

5. 
Sing His waking from the dead ; 
Shook the hills, the ocean fled : 
Springs of life the grave revealed, 
Garden closed and fountain sealed ; 
And, like lightning from the gloom, 
Judah's Lion rent the tomb. 

6. 
Christ is risen ! weep no more : 
Sing the glorious Conqueror ; 
Songs of His salvation sing : 
Where, O Death, thy cruel sting ! 
W T orthy is the Lamb once slain ; 
Judah's Lion, live and reign ! 



EASTER IN rill'. GARDEN. 

early In the morning, the first day oi the week, they 

came unto the Sepulchre ft! the rising ol the sun. Sr. Makk, 
MAKY AND S A I < 'MI". 

Tki i us. Gard'ner dost thou know 
Where the Rose and Lily grow, 
Sharon's Crimson Rose and pale 
Judah's Lily of the Vale ? 
Rude is yet the opening year, 
Yet their sweetest breath is here. 

GARDENER. 
Daughters of Jerusalem, 
Yes, 'tis here we planted them, 
Twa all red with gore, 

Wondrous were the thorns it bore ! 
body swathed in white, 

hall so bright 

I HE WOM1 \. 

Gentle Gard'ner, even so, 

What we seek thou seem'st to kfl 

and perfume, 
w< to Joseph's tomb ; 

v'n now I 

►11 us, then, the stone aw 



132 EASTER IN THE GARDEN. 

GARDExMER. 

Holy women ! this the spot. 
Seek Him, but it holds Him not. 
This the holy mount of myrrh, 
Here the hills ofincense were, 
Here the bed of His repose, 
Till, ere dawn of day, He rose. 

MAGDALENE. 
Yes, my name is Magdalene : 
I myself the Lord have seen. 
Here I came, but now, and wept 
Where I deem'd my Saviour slept. 
But He called my name — and lo ! 
Jesus lives, 't is even so. 

GARDENER. 
Yes, the mountains skipped like rams ; 
Leaped the little hills like lambs. 
All was dark, when shook the ground, 
Quaked the Roman soldiers round, 
Streamed a glorious light, and then 
Lived the Crucified again. 

THE WOMEN. 

Magdalene hath seen and heard ! 
Gard'ner, we believe thy word. 
But oh ! where is Jesus fled, 
Living and no longer dead ? 
Tell us, that we too may go 
Where the Rose and Lily grow. 



RASTER IN I Hi GARDEN. 1 33 

M \«.l» \I 1 \l . 
Come, the stone is roiled away ; 
feSUS lay ; 

ie lawn that wrapp'd His brow : 

Here the angel sat hut now. 

- k not here the Christ," he said ; 
"Seek not lite among the dead." 

\i t . 
we then the lite above ; 
Seek we Christ, our Light and Love. 

vords we call to mind : 
-eek Him we shall find ; 
If we love Him we shall go 
Where the Rose and Lily ^ r row. 



THE EASTER EUCHARIST. 

He was known of them in breaking of bread.— St. Luke, 
xxiv., 35. 



Body of Jesus, oh sweet food ! 
Blood of my Saviour, precious Blood ! 
On these thy gifts, Eternal Priest, 
Grant Thou my soul in faith to feast. 



Weary, and faint I thirst and pine 
For Thee my Bread, for Thee rny Wine, 
Till strengthen'd— as Elijah trod, 
I journey to the Mount of God. 

3. 
There, clad in white, with crown and palm, 
At the great supper of the Lamb, 
Be mine, with all thy Saints to rest, 
Like him that leaned upon thy breast. 

4. 
Saviour, till then, I fain would know 
That feast above by this below ; 
This Bread of Life, this wondrous Food, 
Thy Body and Thy precious Blood. 






THE BIRD SONG. 

Thk flOW eri appear OB the earth, the time <>f the tinging <>f 
birds is come, and tin- voice o! tlie turtle is heard in our land. 
Cam u LBS, ii.. i-'. 

1. 

Tin: winter is over and gone at last, 
The days of snow and rain are past, 
( >\ er the fields the tlowers appear, 
It is the Turtle's voice wc hear. 

ennui rs. 
The singing of birds, 
A warbling band, 
And the Spirit's voice ! 
<>ice of the Turtle is heard in our land. 
Rl PEAT.— The time it is of the singing of birds, 
The singing of birds, etc. 



And gone are the plaintive- days of Lent, 
The week of the Cross with Christ we spent. 
he giveth us joy for woe — 

Gather the tlowers the first that blow. 

The singing oi bir 

A warbling band, 

And llov. i : 
Are words the faithful may Ufl 
tunc it is, i 



136 THE BIRD SONG. 

3- 

A sepulchre sealed, a rock its door, 
But winter is gone and comes no more. 
The seal is broken, and now are seen 
Valleys and woods and gardens green ! 

CHORUS. 
The singing of birds, 
A warbling band, 
'Mid flocks and herds 
The song of all Nature is heard in our land ! 

repeat. — The time it is, etc. 

4- 

And Christ is the song of everything ! 
For Death is winter, and Christ the spring ; 
Fountains that warble in purling words — 
Hark ! how they echo the " Song of Birds : " 

CHORUS. 
The singing of birds, 
A warbling band, 
And the purling words 
Of brooks and waters are heard in our land. 

repeat. — The time it is of the singing of birds, 

The singing of birds, 

A warbling band, 

And the Spirit's voice ! 
The voice of the Turtle is heard in our land. 



THE BUTTERFLY. 

I HAvt said to corruption thou art my father ; to the worm 
thou art my mother and my listCf ] wii., 14. 



Win r plies his tearful trade, 

With mattock and with spade, 
Upturning bones and skulls of hollow e 
- upon a head, the butterfly, 
trehead with a gaudy wii 
_ like a soul, about that horrid 
thing. 

2. 

An idle thought ; but, in that garden's bound, 

That place of skulls around, 
Hovered, perchance, that day the Saviour rose, 
The Tynan moth, as beautiful as those 
Whose purpled pinions glitter in the sun 
Of Ormuz or of Ind, Like Solomon. 

3- 
Nor deem it vain, a worm may seem sublime 

In I n prime, 

Thus deck'd, and flitting like embodied breath 
That pants in n 

.•• a parable is shown ; 
ike expouii 
<ne. 



I38 THE BUTTERFLY. 

4- 
For if a worm in winding-sheet down lies, 

Instinct with power to rise ; 
If the poor thing that crawled may soar — a 

nymph, 
That fed on dust — may suck the honey 'd lymph, 
That rotted in dishonour — may be seen 
Transfigur'd ev'n like him that dazzled Sheba's 
Queen. 

5- 
Oh ! faithless we, shall God so clothe a worm, 

So raise from earth that form, 
And leave His children dear, in icy shade, 
All unremember'd and forgotton laid ? 
Shall we, when Christ returns, less glorious 

spring 
Out of the dust of death than that transfigur'd 
thing ? 



BASTER-EGGS. 

Mv hand hath found, as a nest, the riches of the people, 

- one gather* 1 \n \. 14. 



Mv godson, dear delighted child, 

Held up h . and wild 

Wil mirth, ranged here and there, 

To show their colours, manifold, 
Their dappled hues, their blue and gold, 
Like moss rich and rare. 



Nonsense profane for Easter day, 

. with toys — the churl might say : 
nay, dear boy, hear words of mine ! 
These colours kindly Art hath made; 
hidden in I tde, 



re thickest hazels we 
The school-boy prying through the 

mid, 
mother-bird, in hid, 

'I ill— tl re, 



HO EASTER-EGGS. 

4- 
He gazes — but he scorns a theft : 
What pebbles in her nest she left, 

What marvels and what wondrous dyes ! 
How strange, beneath a warbler's wings, 
That God should hide such mystic things 

From man's cold heart and faithless eyes. 

5- 

Night's glitt'ring worlds the Maker plann'd, 
Yet deigned the same Almighty hand 

To deck the little linnet's nest, 
And freak with many a brilliant boss, 
Those pearls, within their bed of moss, 

She presses with maternal breast. 

6. 
Then let the precious gems lie hid ; 
For so thy mother, boy, would bid, 

She that hath made thy bed so soft ; 
Yet come thou mayest, to watch the spot, 
Till forth from each enamell'd grot, 

Breaks life, at last, and springs aloft. 

7- 
Heavenward it soars, and soaring, sings 
An Easter-song, on joyous wings, 

For lo ! what seem'd a stone is rent ; 
Like Joseph's sepulchre it breaks ; 
Forth springs a living thing, and wakes 

Each list'ning ear to ravishment. 



EASTER-B i 4 I 

8. 

: a wing that cleaves the sky 
But once did, like the Saviour, lie 

'd, as in a stony grave. 
I creatures scarce to earth belong ; 

They fill the firmament with son- ; 

The)- sing the Lamb that died to save. 

9- 
Resurrection and the Life 
may their nests, with myst'ry rife 

To man's dull soul and sense portend. 
So, when Christ's coming gilds its gloom, 
Shall break the torpor of the tomb ; 
shall the sons of (iod ascend. 



And such the sympathy, they say, 
Of birds with Christ, on Easter-Day, 

When from His rocky tomb lie sprung 
That , in every I 

a, gave forth its guest, 
I with their SOngS tl I run-. 



As set id turn'd 

rilliant things the earth that spum'd, 

And SOUghl I "l g] idsome wing : 

Birds of all plum 

id, 

And taught us Ka^ter-hymns to sing. 



142 EASTER-EGGS. 

12. 

And so, where Carmers lily grows, 
Where wafts the scent of Sharon's rose, 

Where warbles sweet Siloah's rill, 
The pilgrim, at the Paschal-tide, 
May hear, with many a song beside, 

The turtle's voice of rapture still. 

13. 
Then marvel not, where mystery lies 
Of life in eggs, that God most wise 

Disdains not, thus, to bid us learn ; 
Teaching alike the boy and man 
By faith fond Nature's lore to scan, 

With childlike hearts within that burn. 

H. 
So she, the Second Adam's Bride, 
That rose like Eve from Jesu's side, 

Of Him " who dwells in gardens " sings, 
And still in gardens hears His voice, 
Where birds, at Easter-tide rejoice, 

And every nest breaks forth and sings. 



THE ROYAL YARN. 

: thread in the window. 

id, scarlet, and hyssop.-- Li \ n . \iv. 4. 
Uood and water, and scarlet wool, and hys- 
sop.— li 



\k the sun, thai Monday, 

er the new-grown grass and green, 

O'er I mt slopes o( Greenwich 

And the sports that there were seen : 
But, while youth around me frolicked 

In that holiday of Sprii 
Sat I by an ancient sailor, 

With tin ssiping. 



Told he me how, under Nelson, 
From the Indies to the Nile, 
1 he, till at fierce Trafalj 
He had lying smile : 

he whisper'd — •■ K 

he laid him down : 
But he sigh'd th 

not under Jesu's Crown. 



144 THE ROYAL YARN. 

3- 
Changed his gossip as I questioned 

How his sailor-life, so free, 
Him had made so good a Christian : 

" 'Twas the royal yarn," quoth he. 
" Through my life, that thread is woven ; 

With my christ'ning it began ; 
Everywhere, that kingly token 

Marks my story, boy and man." 

4- 

14 Now, you know," quoth he, " good Master, 

How the royal yarn is sign 
That the Crown claims all that bears it, 

Canvass, cordage, rope, and twine ; 
So, one time, I heard the parson 

Say, by Faith we might discern 
Woven in our life and fortunes 

Christ our Saviour's royal yarn : " 



" How we are His Crown's possession, 

Marked for Him ; and by this clue 
We may trace His grace and goodness 

Running all our lifetime through. 
W T hat the parson preach'd I thought of "- 

So the sailor's tale ran on, 
" When offMoro-Castle lying, 

Sick I lay and well nigh gone." 



mi ROY m \ 145 

1 yarn was woven 

In my hammock is I swung, 
And my conscience saw another 

All my threads ol life amoi . 
So upon my weary pallet, 

As 1 turn'd and thought it o'er, 
Swore I. to Chr n forever 

• I'd be faithful, -ship and shot 

7- 
I yet more that ancient sailor, 
Hut no more his yarn I heard : 
For another thought had started 

In my spirit, at his word : 
For that sign of Crown-possession, 
And that thread of royal hue 
[ ' 

clue. 

8. 

e Royal line of Judah, 

■ 
See how, like the we little, 

sets thread them to and 
Ho Vs wrist withdraw il 

rlet marl. im ; 

ing, 

10 



146 THE ROYAL YARN. 

9- 

So the scarlet wool of Moses 

Did the scarlet robe foretell, 
So, proclaiming — Ecce Homo, 

Jesus King of Israel, 
Through the symbols of His passion 

Scourges, thorns, and scoffs amid, 
Weaves this one Imperial token, 

Gleaming forth, or deftly hid. 

10. 
And the Bride, with lips of scarlet, 

Thus expounds the mystic Word, 
Where with hyssop, and with cedar, 

Scarlet binds the living bird ; 
Where, through all the Scriptures woven, 

Bright this royal yarn is seen, 
Everywhere Messiah's token, 

Token of the Nazarene. 






EASTER YIRKI.AY. 

thou that lleepes! Bud Bite from the (had anil 

Christ shall ghrc thee light Hi himans, v. 14. 



Wake thou that sleepesl ! 

Joy thou that 

Lift up the head ! 
1 from thy moaning 

Sighing ami groaning, 

Rise from the dead. 



Weary wayfarer, 
Fainting cross-hearer, 

iding adown ; 
Hark ! how the Spirit 
e inherit 
Life and a crown. 






Lo ! I 

Through the deep 
ad darklin 
sparkling 

ill unveil. 



148 



EASTER VIRELAY. 



Flee to the mountain ! 
There, find the fountain ; 

Wash and be white. 
Joy thou that weepest, 
Wake thou that sleepest, 

Christ gives thee light. 



SONCi FOR l.\-l I.K. 

BttAK forth into tinging. 



Chris r hath arisen ! 

n I lis pris 

Man to deliver 
From death's gloomy reign. 

>r Immortal ! 
Hell's gloomy portal 
( >t brass and of iron 
He rendeth in twain. 



Wake every nation ! 
salvation 
Round th( irth 

• them echo to-day. 

Sorrow and sighing 

ory 

/.ay. 
3- 

, ith vanis 

Deati. 

( )t I 



I50 SONG FOR EASTER. 

Grave thou art broken ; 
Jesus hath spoken 
Joy to the Universe, 
Glory and Hope. 



Tell how He liveth : 
Sing what He giveth ; 
Sound the great name 
Of the risen I-AM 
Feed on His manna : 
Raise the Hosanna ! 
Full be the choral-song 
Worthy the Lamb. 






I. \>1T.R [N I'AI'M 
in the Spirit oo the day of the Lord. Rbvbi it* n. 

i. 
TWAS on the day the Lord had made, 

The day that rent his rocky tomb, 
>hn in lonely Patmos strayed, 

While glorious, as from ocean's womb, 
Arose the sun— and lo ! there came 

A trim : the exile turned, 

And ( )ne whose eyes ware fiery flame 
He s iv the W >rd i >f I i >d 11 is Name, 

Wh< about him burned. 

2. 
In rapture girt shore, 

He Jesus sees, whom Jesus 1<> 

iful and true His pr >V< d. 

S from Ids lips the Spirit's sword, 
from his face the noon-tide sun ; 
Of death and hell the : rd, 

1 [is ire the keys and I lis the Word 

3- 
A voice H is, 

i liveth an ile ; 



152 EASTER IN PATMOS. 

He opes the seven-seal'd book, and this 

Is Easter in that holy isle : 
A vision of the Lamb and throne, 

Of Judah's Lion and His might, 
Worthy to loose the seals alone, 
And all the Church's way make known, 

Through death and darkness into light. 



4- 

The Paschal hymns of heaven are heard, 

The Lamb that once was slain, their song- 
From numbers without numbers stirred, 

Response with rapture to prolong. 
I read and lo ! I seem to hear 

From great creation's dawn and end, 
From earth and sky and every sphere, 
One Alleluia broad and clear, 

From all the sons of God ascend. 



5- 

Day of the Lord, of year or week, 

Whene'er it shines a Paschal Feast, 
On that blest day His flock to seek 

The Shepherd comes, our Great High Priest; 
Comes to our sins a flame of fire, 

Comes to our faith like Gilead's balm, 
Comes to our love and fond desire, 
And joins us to the heavenly choir 

In that eternal Paschal Psalm. 



l \> n K i.\ PATMi 

DUr prophet, priest and king, 
:oll 
Ml, and what Time shall bring— 

Of earth and heaven the keynote words 

He gives His suffering saints to guide, 
Till ceaseth din of spears and swords, 
Till King of kings and Lord of lor 

He comes again to crown His Bride. 

Descends t 

He reigns who maketh all things new ; 
The Church in sparkling- diadem, 

In white those virgin souls we view. 
The sea of glass, so bright and calm, 
:ers the rainbow'd throne before, 
sounds th 1 eternal Paschal Psalm, 
That song of Moses and the Lamb, 
With Alleluias, evermore. 



THE ANGELS ON THE ARK. 

To the intent that now unto the principalities and powers 
in heavenly places might be known by the Church, etc. — 
Ephesians, iii. 10. 

The cherubim o'ershadowing the Ark 

Looked down upon the mercy-seat that shone, 

And covered o'er the Law profoundly dark, 
Those tables twain by Moses hewn of stone ; 
That writing of no hand save God's alone, 

That was against us — flaming red, 

Like Tekel on the wall so dread, 

To poor Belshazzar's ear that was interpreted. 

2. 

What things those cherubs seemed intent to scan 

The same all angels scan with awe to-day ; 
The Law's dire curse, condemning sinful man, 
By mercy covered — ta'en by it away. 
And oh, the depth ! still, oh ! the depth — they 
say : 
The depth and height and breadth sublime 
Of Jesu's mercy covering crime, 
Of Christ, the only Ark, the Word made flesh in 
time. 

3- 
Bring forth the deaf with ears that will not hear, 
Bring forth the blind with eyes that will not 
see 



! m tNGELS ON Mil \KK, 155 

What wondrous things arc in that Law austere, 
n lid enshrined that be, 
Where the Shekinah shines eternally. 

I rod's glorioUS Son, 

mb, the I loly < >ne, 

Thai 1 ur sins : He bleeds and it is 

clone. 

4- 
\ hen on earth. re to the skies, 

Uprises like a cloud upon the gale, 

The incense of our Easter sacrifice, 

When the pure altar's mysteries unveil, 
And high Trisagion thrills our spirits frail. 
In holy aw( and thought intent, 
I seem to see all heaven clown bent, 

irn from saints below new songs of ravish- 
ment. 

5- 
which none hut pardon 'd sinners 
kn 
ve which the much forgiven alone can feel ; 
The love of Christ to heir^ of sin and w 
These to the height of heaven on: veal. 

The chari . on burning wheel, 

Pause in full course our hymns to 1 

And • the Church on earth they draw to 

1 more near. 



RHODA. 

A damsel named Rose. — Acts, xii. 13. 

I. 
Sweet Paschal Rose, thy fragrant name 
Blossoms in all the golden flame 

Of that blest Easter Morn, 
When Peter, from the bonds abhorr'd 
Of Herod and his threatened sword, 
Rose glorious, like His risen Lord, 

To light and life new-born. 

2. 
Dark was the Paschal Eve, that year, 
When met the trembling saints in fear, 

All night for him to pray. 
The great apostle, doom'd to die, 
Though soaring where the angels fly, 
Must leave the flock forlorn to sigh, 

Ev'n on an Easter-Day. 

3- 
Meanwhile, in prison-bonds he slept, 
Peaceful — yet dreaming that he wept 

Once more his shameful fall : 
" Dear Master," in his dream, said he, 
" My oath, at last, redeemed shall be ; 
In chains and death I follow Thee ; 

My sin — forgive it all ! " 



RHODA. 

4- 
i, the crowing cock he he 
And flow afresh those bitter t< 

But -does he wake or sleep ? 

Like Lot's, his hand an angel takes: 

i hands and feet the chains he shakes, 
Bars tall and every barrier breaks— 
. Peter ! feed my sheep." 

5- 
gruards are passed, strong- gates unfold, 
He breathes sweet air ! A morn of gold 

:dens the eastern skies. 
m death's dark dungeon of the night, 
A pafable of Jesus' might, 
He rises into lite and light, 

As all the saints shall rise. 

6. 

md while yet 'tis dark, 
The faithful, like the soaring lark, 

re changed to praise their prayer : 
gate is heard a knock ! 

to loose its lock — 
oh ! what voice, with wonder's shock, 



Affrighted child 
'• Tis Cephas at the 

ale still he knocks and « 



158 RHODA. 

His angel ? Nay, himself ! Tis he : 
The Lord hath set his pris'ner free ! 
Once more the Church his face shall see ! 
Go haste, unbar the gates ! 



Sweet Rose, of Easter flowers the first, 
So did that Paschal morning burst 

On thine elected sight ! 
Damsel august, though meek of mien, 
In Holy Writ, with saintly sheen, 
Stands thy blest name ! No sceptred queen 

Wears diadem so bright. 



Therefore, where Easter altars shine, 
One rose with Easter flowers entwine, 

Her name still fresh to keep ! 
Children, like her — his lambs — to bear, 
The Shepherd loves ; and thousands there 
Follow the Lamb in pastures fair 

Where Jesus folds His sheep. 



THE WALK TO EMMAUS. 

Of which salvation tl have inquired. . . . 

ting what or what manner of time the Spirit of Christ. 

which was in them, did signify, when it testified beforehand 

the su: lrist and the fflory that should follow. — I 

:ek. i. ii. 

Dm not our heart burn within us, while He talked with 

us by the way and while He opened to us the Scriptures.— 

St. Luk : • 



ring on a craftsman's curious die 
Deep in the temper'd metal wrought, 
I strove its cunning plan to spy, 

seem'd to profit naught. 
The quaint device was intricate and blind : 

the figures ran, its scheme I could not 
tint!. 

Smiled at my task the artist, as he came 

iring embossed a golden shield ; 
Its rich d< ed like flame 

. the mfs* 'iblime intent 

(trice dark me foiled with wonder- 
nt. 

3- 
I thy won- ^cure 

d in that happy ar! 



i6o 



•THE WALK TO EMMAUS. 



Dropt from mine eyes the scales impure 

That Faith's clear eyesight closed. 
Of dim prophetic signs I felt the scope, 
And saw, the veil withdrawn, thy glorious coun- 
sels ope. 



Before all worlds, Faith's shield of shining gold 

With God's device was glorified, 
Where wondering angels might behold 

The Lamb of God that died ; 
There stood His cross, with types to intertwine, 
Tokens so rich and rare, enwreathed with His 
true Vine. 



That shield the Gospel shows in all its light ; 

But till that came — the matrice dark 
God gave to be explored, by night, 

As 'twere the Holy Ark 
Within the veil, — a mystery sublime, 
To be devoutly kept for His appointed time. 



6. 

So, all that hoary seers and prophets gave, 
All that by lips inspired was sung* 

In Salem's royal halls, by Chebar's wave, 
Or Uzzian rocks among ; 

First, in the Gospel's gold I rightly scan ; 

Then trace the mould obscure to find the Son 
of Man. 



rur w \i k ro EMM v i' i 

- 
I . how bums within my heart, 

Though i me owlets ho< 

n the emblems tver's art, 

and vine and fruit, 
Iding and emblazoning the cross, 
Incisions deeply sunk and dark inverted boss, 

8. 

The backward letters of the groping Jew, 

Thus searching out I read aright : 
dc symbols strange and dim to view 
w flash with Tabor's light : 
The n by what it stamps is known, 

The Gospel in the Law by prophecy foreshown. 

9- 
Is and slow of heart, as Jesus said, 
they, of dullard wit and cold, 
Who set their barren brains and lore of lead 

' this lore of gold. 
Rea< c mould and prophet 1 

All uncompared with Christ and Ili^ foretoken'd 

10 

For me. not so the proi* lly band 

•old the cl 1 ; 

en might fail to understand, 
Till all by Faith embrai 

ii 



1 62 THE WALK TO EMMAUS. 

Searching of what and whose blest days they 
sung, 

While Christ himself within inspired each rap- 
turous tongue. 

ii. 

Great pupil of Gamaliel, oft with thee, 

As at thy saintly feet I learn, 
I seem, outshining noontide, Christ to see, 

And His dear cross discern, 
Where, but for thee, and thine anointed eyes, 
Naught but dull forms abound and senseless 
sacrifice. 



Or walking to Emmaus, with the twain, 
'Neath the first Easter's Evening Star, 
Me Christ draws near, nor shows his hands in 
vain, 
And in His side the scar, 
Sprinkling the Book with hyssop and with gore, 
That so who runs may read and live forever- 
more. 






THE EARTHQUAKE. 

. the morning. T 

1 myself will awake right early. Pfc. lvii. , 



sun leaps up the golden skies, 
And sec;; 

n of ( «<><! did ri 
( >n I y ; 

Then early from my bed let me 

Rise on the Resurrection Morn ; 
The dancing sunbeams let me 

the joyous feast is born. 
rly to the church away : 
r-I lay, 'ti^ Easter-Day ! 



The moon went down, and in the dark 

The garden I 
Nor yet had lifted wing the lark 
Thai 

ey went 
To seek the glorious slumber 
• h itself were rent, 
k that shook the sepulchre : 

mountains fir away, 

I iy — that Easter-Day. 



164 THE EARTHQUAKE. 

3- 

Tabor and Hermon skipped like rams 

In gladsome May ; 
And leap'd the little hills like lambs, 

That Easter-Day. 
From Libanus, like thunder heard — 

That rumbles in the distant sky, 
Came sounds as if the mountains stirr'd 
To lift their hoary heads on high. 

Trembled the earth at morning's ray, 

That Easter-Day — that Easter-Day. 

4. 
For then, as with the lightning's stroke, 

Was roll'd away 
The massy stone ; and God awoke, 

That Easter-Day ! 
Frightened the Roman sentries fell, 

Then fled as from the day of doom ; 
They heard the rending gates of hell, 

They saw a birth from morning's womb : 
Forth shone the Christ, to live for aye, 
That Easter-Day — that Easter-Day. 

5- 

What ailed thee, ocean ? Saw, and fled 

Thy waves away ! 
And Jordan — vanished from its bed, 

That Easter-Day. 
Nature's untutored worshipper 

Who deemed his god was dead, yestreen, 



, 



I HI \ \K III.MAKK. 165 

poor mariner, 
cd— "the Great Pan revives, I ween," 
For so the pagan, in his way, 
Kept Ea »ter-l )ay. 

But not th en turn'd, 

they ! Not tl 

eir faith within them burned 
That Easter-Day. 
now the flying guards they met, 
And now the garden's wall was nigh ; 
There stood the ghastly crosses yet ; 
They saw, and uttered with a sigh — 

11 Hut who shall roll the stone away ? " 
Twas Easter-Day, 'twas Easter- Day. 

7- 
Then came of faith the great reward : 

gone dismay ! 
Angels they met — not yet their Lord — 

fim not" — the angels said — 
"The Lord is risen ; search not 1 
- seek the living 'midst the dead ? 
I Is near, 
old the place where Jesus la\ 

Day. 



., like tho.^ 



l66 THE EARTHQUAKE. 

Before the dayspring greets our eyes 

On Easter-Day ; 
Forth to His altar, hasten we 

Where faith beholds His presence sweet, 
For Christ is with His two or three, 
That worship at the mercy-seat. 

Right early let us wake to pray, 
On Easter-Day — on Easter-Day ! 



J 



THE MYSTERY OF LIFE. 

thou show wonders MDOIIg the dead ?- 
lxx.wiii. i \ 

How are the dead raised up ?— I. Cor. xv. 35. 

I. 

MASTER, we see Thy si. 
The wonders wrought by Thee, yet fail in faith; 
Thy power of life we see, yet cling to death, 

Like those who dwell in mines, 
And burrow like blind moles ev'n where the 
daylight shines. 



Saviour, Thy signs we see, 
In things discovered late by human thought, 
But proudly claim'd, as if by mortals wrought, 
Though all vouchsafed by Thee — 

I given in Thy good time, as Time's occa- 
sion be. 

3- 

Why, if the human mind 

own quick spring, 
Is progress slow to mark the simplest thing ? 
Why, for long ages blind — 

Wi. points OUt the way— lags mortal 

wit behind ? 



1 68 THE MYSTERY OF LIFE. 

4- 

Thou givest power to men 
To stretch their wiry fibres 'neath the sea, 
And bid the lightings go, in mimicry 

Of power divine. Why then 

Doubt we Thy power to work beyond our 
feeble ken ? 

5- 

Thus, in Thy days below, 
Thy word ran swiftly, and was felt afar 
Like arrowy rays of sun or faintest star, 
Soothing a sufferer's woe: 
No need of clumsy wires to bid Thy lightings 
go ! 

6. 

A father told his grief, 
And in a moment, on his bed of pain, 
The lov'd one, far away, felt life again ; 
Of sons of men the Chief 

Gave but His word to heal and came the swift 
relief, 

7. 

We note the comet's blaze : 
Nay — Thy sweet law makes music 'mid the 

spheres; 
Yet in the ordered course of days and years 
Men fail to see Thy ways — 
Marvels of boundless power that angels might 
amaze. 



nil M\ ST1 RY OF LIFE, 

Wonders among the dead 

when the flowery spring returns 
And clothes the fields and woods with flo 
and ferns ; 

< hr where mankind is fed 

the mere enm of wheal that multiplies 

their bre 

here the mummy's hand 
- up perchance the grains that Joseph stored, 

And lo ! though ages held the secret hoard, 
It lives at thy command, 
And harvests of that seed are gathered from 
the land. 

10. 
Shall God revive that corn 
And not the coffin'd flesh that held, so long. 

tied thing in Death's enthral) men t strong? 
me on the fool's poor scorn, 
We see in signs like these the breaking of the 
morn. 



EUDORA. 

A gracious woman retaineth honour.— Proverbs, xi. 16. 

I. 

Her smile was many smiles in one; 

As o'er the dimpled tide, 
A wavy laughter seems to run, 

Where gentle waters glide. 



It came as comes the morning star 

Day after day so bright, 
To set the pearly doors ajar, 

And usher in the light. 

3- 

Sweet sister ! from my sight removed- 

Upon the shining shore, 
So pure, so glad, so stainless proved, 

Lives then that smile no more ? 



When angels bore her radiant sprite 

To Paradise, meseems 
Her smile met theirs in calm delight, 

Commingling kindred beams. 



EUDORA. 171 



She slept and seemed to smile in 

is on the Lady-] >ay 

She went her Kaster-tide to keep, 

Whei reigns for aye. 



That smile upon her features | 
When, raimented in white, 

Her form in soft repose was laid, 
And seemed a saint in light 

7- 

can it he, it e'er shall m< 

ul with mine, 
lie so heavenly and so sweet 
Shall be no longer thii 



■ d, hut yet the same to view, 
ifar : 
I .>es and Elias flew 
Anear the Morning Star : 

^aints that with the Saviour rose 
In their immortal sheen 

like those 






172 EUDORA. 

IO. 

All tears from off all faces — He 
The Lamb Himself shall dry, 

But that sweet smile He gave to thee 
Methinks shall never die. 



On some, made meet for worlds more fair, 

While here they linger yet, 
Not all of earth are graces rare 

That like a seal are set. 

12. 

And we shall know thee, still the same, 

By that transporting charm, 
If but, like thine, our faith may claim 

The Everlasting: Arm. 



THE tNNOCENTS 

kain thy voice from weeping and thine eves from 
tears for ■ . . . thy children shall come ■gain to their 
own border.- Ji kkmiah. xx.xi. 17. 

I. 

READING the stones that marked a field of death, 
I heard a sigh, as 'mid the mounds I trod : 

It seem'd to say — as 'twere with sobbing breath — 
My heart is buried lure, O Christ, my God ! 



A mother by a new-made bed that knelt, 

I saw — and turned my steps with rev'rent fear ; 

lingering in the church-yard walks, I felt, 
Dear Lord! how many hearts are hoarded 
here. 

3- 
How many buds and blossoms of the spring, 

By frosts too early nipp'd, lie thickly strown ; 
Or like the swallows oft, on eager wing, 

That come untimely and too soon are down. 

4- 
'neath these heaps of buried hopes that tell 

turn : 

W; ! only dross cm burn. 



174 THE INNOCENTS. 

5- 

Oh ! weep not, mother, o'er that bed of love 
Where innocence awaits the trumpet's sound, 

While many a mother mourns her dead above 
And weeps no more for children under ground. 

6. 
But come this way when holy hymns are sung, 

And sounds the air with Paschal-anthems rife, 
To charge with notes of joy thy plaintive tongue, 

And sing the Resurrection and the Life. 

7- 
For sweetly sleeps the chrisom-child at rest, 
And fain with such the Christian heart would 
lie! 
If so God wills — of all His gifts 'tis best, 

Fresh from the font, in Christ new-born, to die. 



I 111. UNBAPTIZED. 

1^ it well with the child ? a KlNGS, iv. 26. 
I. 

A lady wept, with tears undried — 
For her bright boy who came 

Only to close his eyes, and died 
I nchristen'd, with no name — 
Lest he should wear no coronal divine 
Among those innocents like stars of morn that 
shine. 

2 

Is then the guiltless babe shut out 
From that palm-bearing band ? 
Resolve, O man of God, my doubt ! 

in would I understand, 
Where is my darling's soul, or where his lot? 
Hath He no plac for such, who said, "Forbid 
them not " ? 

3- 
<) mother, faithless are thy fe 
Tho' sore thy faith be tried ; 
Triumphant hope may smile thro' tears 
•rust in Him who died ; 
thine embrace of love a lamb is torn, 
lUn on thy Shepherd's breast doubt not that 

lamb is borne. 



176 THE UNBAPTIZED. 

4. 
Thy child is His far more than thine ; 

He claims it for His fold ; 
And grace — unfetter'd by its sign — 

Is giv'n to young and old. 
Tis no presumptuous thought, of human wit, 
But Jo ! such light shines clear in lines of Holy 
Writ. 

5- 
As on its stem, all undefiled, 

The lily's bud is seen, 
Hath He not said the Christian's child 

Is holy, not unclean ? 
For, hallow'd by the mother's faith and prayer, 
With her the babe unborn is fed on angels' fare. 

6. 
If holy be the planted root, 

Planted in God's own ground, 
Holy the flower and blest the fruit 

Upon its branches found. 
Nor one poor blighted bud shall fall to earth 
Too soon for Him to save who gives the second 
birth. 

7- 
Nor deem from Paynim fields afar 

He gleans no holy seed : 
Nations that ne'er beheld His star, 

His rod and staff may lead. 
Where Hagar faints — how near the angel wing 
That for her dying boy reveals the hidden spring. 



1IU UNBAPT1 

S. 

Unnumber'd are the babes on whom 
\ i christ'ning dews were shed, 

Who yet w re His, within the womb, 

And with His flock are fed, 
Who guides His sheen the living streams among, 

And gently leadeth those who yet enfold their 
young. 

9 
Such be thy trust, such hope be thine — 

All else is mystery. 
The nameless babe let faith resign 

To Mercy's mild decree, 
Full sure not woman's love itself can teach 

it of true love to Him whose love surpasseth 
ech. 

IO. 

Where God is silent — more to seek 

( >r prompt the Holy One, 
Is faithless thought. This only speak : 

her, Thy will be done. 

\e all souls that sin, the Saviour died : 
For souls that never sinned, trust then theCruci- 

12 



EUTHANASIA. 

She answered, It is well.— 2 Kings, iv. 26. 
I. 

Thee, 'mid the flowers of paradise, as fair and 

undefiled ; 
Thee, happy daughter of thy God — how dare I 

call thee child ? 
Yet let me name thee with the blest, and, 

though thy date was brief, 
Think only of thy new estate, with joy and not 

with grief. 

2. 
So soon to leave far far below our vale of tears 

and pain ; 
Through earth so soon and bright to pass, a 

sunbeam without stain ; 
To come, and in thy Saviour's arms baptismal 

life to win — 
Then take thy flight, a sinless one, from such 

a world of sin : 

3. 
Sure this is blessedness ! How blest a ransom'd 

one to be, 
So short thy little moment here, so long eternity ! 
'Tis thine, on wings unstained as theirs, to soar 

with cherubim, 
Yet, with a love no angel knows, Redemption's 

song to hymn ! 



ir i han isi \. 179 

4- 

Thou Hue-eyed darling of my soul -from such :i 
life divine, 

• Dora, could I call thee down to share a 

lite like mine ? 
Or could we pray for thy return to selfish eyes 

and arm- 
Thine the hard lot of earth to bear — and ours 

thy captive charms ? 

5- 

. let me rather share with thee thy life of 

joy and 1 
Part of my tlesh is in thy grave — part of my 

soul abow ; 
And oft in dreams I seem to rest, since thou art 

gone before, 
Where the Good Shepherd folds the lambs that 

once in arms He bore. 



6. 

Vet can it be, for oft such thoughts of bitterness 

upsp; 
That such as I, with such as thou, the Lamb's 

new song may sin 

That I with thee, in Paradise, may walk in 1 
that shin 

eternal marriage-feast with virgin 

boulh like thil 



l8o EUTHANASIA. 

7- 

So turns my spirit, Lord, to Thee, as with his 
aching sight, 

Who from thy crimsoned cross received a wel- 
come into light ; 

And for a childlike heart, once more, my inmost 
nature cries, 

To Thee — alone who wipest tears forever from 
our eyes. 



Oh ! let not hopes that heavenward soar be 

thrust adown to hell ; 
These hopes of immortality, this thirst with 

Thee to dwell ; 
But, out of longings after life, let Thy sweet 

Spirit give 
Strength to assert our destiny and by Thy life to 

live ! 



Ev'n as young wings are stretch'd for flight 

while plumeless in the nest ; 
As dreaming babes with rosy lips invite the 

balmy breast ; 
As flowers uplift the fragrant cup ere evening's 

dews are given, 
So faith, with all its pure desires, foretells its 

home in heaven. 



Mill tNASIA. l8l 



[O. 



Dear Lamb of God, though far below the dear 
one o\ my heart, 

nine at Least the sight of those who 
rhou art, 
And grant me but the meanest place among the 

ified ; 
Fur whom have I in heaven but Thee, or what 
on earth beside ? 



A THOUGHT FROM THE FATHERS. 



My burden is light. — S. Matt. xi. 30. 



See how yon little lark is borne 
With music up to heaven, 

To bask in sunlight ere the morn 
To vales beneath is given. 



That bird salvation's sign hath made 
By stretching forth his wings ; 

The cross upon his back is laid, 
And lo ! he soars and sings. 

3- 

Take off the fardel that he bears, 

He falleth in his flight ; 
The cross is in the wings he wears ; 

He proves the burden light. 



So Christ hath laid His cross on me ; 

It wings me to the sky, 
And day by day, though sore it be, 

By that dear cross live I. 



\ i HOUGH l I R< m nil I \ I in RS. 183 

5- 
It beareth those by whom 'tis home ; 
And by its weight we r 

Who casts it down, he sinks forlorn ; 
Who takes it up, he tl:< 

6. 

. and light the l< 
Indeed, my spirit sings ; 

To him that pants for God's abode, 
I lib cross shall prove his wings. 



■ 



AMARANTH. 



We have forsaken all . . 
-S. Matt. xix. 27. 



. what shall we have therefore ? 



Be still, my fluttering heart, nor dim 

The flame of faith divine ; 
But say — All things are mine in Him 

If only Christ be mine. 



Not here are amaranthine bowers ; 

But, loving and forgiven, 
Thine yet shall be, for earthly flowers, 

Their antitypes in heaven. 



Not all to mock our waking sight 
Fair forms in sleep we view ; 

But oft our visions of the night 
Are figures of the true. 



Then look beyond, with sweet content, 

When, o'er the April sky, 
Is seen that arch of glory bent 

Which glitters but to die. 



AM \K Will. 185 

not .ill unknown. 
Are things v. ithin the \ ■ 
There is a rainbow round tin- thro 
>r fade nor fail. 

6. 
There's n >t a bli 1 for here 

That is not kept above, 

e heavenly atmosphere, 
For hearts th it Jesus I 

7- 
»( a toy th lown 

>uls the cross that I 
That helps not to the glittering crown 
Reserved .err. 

And if the restless heart we tame 

iols to fore 
Treasures of love, in Christ's dear name, 
The Fatl\er will bestow. 

9- 

ire as in the soul are powers 
Which here we must restrain, 
There's something that shall \ • 
To prove them not in vain. 



THE ASCENSION. 

Oh that I had wings like a dove ! for then would I fly 
away, and be at rest.— Ps. lv. 6. 



Like shapes the mirror's depth within, 
That, in their fashions, come and go, 

A world that is not, nor hath been, 
Of phantoms passing to and fro ; 

2. 

Ev'n thus unreal and as vain, 

The scene that mocks the human eye, 
Where pomp, with flattery in its train, 

Struts forth, or flaunts disdainful by. 

3- 
I saw an empires rise and fall ; 

Its monstrous birth, its hasty" end ; 
One rose and reigned and ruined all, 

Himself and all that call'd him friend. 

4- 
Not such His realm who bore the reed 

Of mock'ry in His mighty hand ; 
Who stooped to suffer and to bleed, 

But rose to reign o'er every land ; 






mi tS< 187 

wayside rill, 
That mock'd His thirst ; then raised 1 lis head 
With living streams the world to till, 
And light and life o'er .ill to shed ; 

6. 
Who rose the gates of bliss to ope, 

And bids us rise His throne to sh 
Like Him to die and rest In hope, 
Him to reign in glory there. 

7- 
Oh for the wings, consoling Dove, 

Thou lendest to the spirit pure, 
To flee away and soar above, 

glory that endure ! 



THE UNSPEAKABLE GIFT. 

Shall He not, also, with Him, freely give us all things ? 
-Rom. viii. 32. 



Oh Thou whose blood my soul to heal 

As Gilead's balm, at times I feel, 

Saviour divine, I find Thee more 

Than I had thought, or dreamed, before ; 

Content, if but such bliss may be, 

To breathe, and move, and live in Thee. 



My soul is dark, be Thou my day, 
My light within and on my way ; 
Athirst and faint, I find Thee still 
Like Silo's fount, or Kedron's rill; 
Or if by hunger's pang subdued, 
Bread of the soul, Thou art my food. 

3. 

When howls the storm, my safe retreat ; 
My shelter from the burning heat, 
My anchor when the billows rise, 
My soaring wing to brighter skies ; 
All this and more, Thee, Lord, I call, 
My Light, my Life, my all in all. 



I Hi i NSP1 \k Ml l ..hi 189 

4- 
And oft, dear Lord, in sorest need, 
( )n barren husk I to feed, 

aine the pardon'd wand'rer's lot, 
And his, beside, who wandered not : 

me in Thine embrace divine, 
Ever with Thee and all things mine. 



THE TWO PENTECOSTS. 

I will make all my goodness pass before thee.— Exod. 
xxxiii. 19. 

I. 

O Sinai ! dark and thunder-scarr'd, 
How oft, as in a dismal dream, 

Thy clouded heights so hard, 
Before my sight uplifted seem, 
With cavern'd sides and clefts extreme ; 

Gigantic quarry of the Law, 
Womb of those stony slabs austere 

Whereon I read with awe 
Letters of fire and flame that fill my soul with 
fear. 

2. 

Yet even here, on Law's dread throne, . 
Whence came the thunder and the ban, 

Ev'n here was mercy shewn ; 
Mercy and love to sinful man, 
When Moses long'd God's bliss to scan 

For comfort not revealed to sense, 
And cried : Thy glory let me trace. 

Oh ! for that joy intense ; 
Shew me, O Lord, I pray, the glory of Thy face. 

3- 
Comes the blest answer, o'er and o'er, 
In echoes from that awful Rock ; 



rm rwo PI N i i O >S i 5. 191 

I [car it. and evermore 

►ice, poor 1 ng flock, 

Stunn'd by the trumpet and the shock — 
Hear Mercy's promise, even there, 

s He spake on Calvary's tree 
( >f Paradise so fair : 
ness my glory is— that will I shew to Thee. 

4- 
He changeth not. Long years had pass'd, 
And lo ! Elijah thither came ; 

Came to those caverns vast, 
'Mid earthquake, winds, and lightning's flame, 
To know — if God were still the same, 

Tho' Israel's foul idolatries 
Cried from the ground, invoking ire ; 

as the summer's breeze 
The still small voice was His : God spake not in 
the fire. 

5- 
So on that mount of Pentecost, 
Whence came the 6ery Law ot Death, 

O God, the Holy Ghost, 
Came words of Life, came Thy soft breath, 
As when a mother comforteth 

The child her loving arms enfold. 

till small voice was Power and Might ; 
rd the thunders rolled, 
came the cloven toi and Lite 

and Light. 



WHITSUNDAY. 

There were seven lamps of fire burning before the 
throne, which are the seven Spirits of God.— Rev. iv. 5. 



Breath of the Lord, O Spirit blest, 
Inspiring Guide, consoling Guest, 
Thy perfect gifts and lights to lend, 
On mortal heads and hearts descend; 
Come to the sluggish sense and mind 
As comes the rushing, mighty wind. 



Come, Promise of the Holy One ; 
Come, Paraclete of God the Son ; 
Come like the Spring's reviving gale 
To furrowed soil or flagging sail ; 
Or come as first Thy presence came, 
With fiery tongues of cloven flame. 

3- 
Spirit of power, come down ; draw near, 
Spirit of truth and holy fear ; 
Succour poor souls that strive with sin, 
The foes without, the foe within : 
And, like the morning's sun, dispel 
The shades of death, the powers of hell. 



w HI rSUNDAY. I93 

4. 

Spirit of Christ our I I - imb, 

mortal wounds come pour Thy balm ; 

To fainting flesh the oil sup] 

heals the soul, that opes the e 

The sinner's broken heart rest 
rgiven much that loves the more. 

5- 
of the Lord, with brooding \\ 
Creative o'er created thi 
Come build anew thy peaceful n< st 
Wher the human breast ; 

re 'mid its thorns thy note be heard — 
The turtle's voice, the Spirit's Word. 

6. 
Fire of the Lord and Light Divine, 
Thou -lory ofth' Eternal Trine, 
Come and this gloomy world inflame, 
Wit! ] re, Jehovah's name, 

And, from those lamps before the throne, 
nfold radiance all thine own. 

7- 
River of Life, make all things new ; 
Come, flow the thirsty fallows through : 
From 

of love ; 
Con . thy living Streams abroad ; 

ir < kxl. 



HOMEWARD. 

Toiling in rowing, for the wind was contrary. — S. Mark, 
vi. 48. 

I. 

Breath of the Lord, come, Holy Ghost ! 
Come speed me to the heavenly coast, 

Me, weary at the helm ; 
Helpless alike in storm or calm 
To reach the soul's sure port I am, 

And fears like seas o'erwhelm. 

2. 
To breast the tide and shun the shore, 
Vainly I toil with faithless oar, 

And drifts my bark so frail. 
Breath of the Lord, O Spirit, come ! 
Come waft me to my heavenly home, 

And swell my drooping sail ! 



THE GIVER OF LIFE. 

m Christ Ji-sus. R 
1. 

COME, Br i I ; come, breath of 

Come and my sinful flesh restore 

Like his who bathed seven times ofyof 

2. 

Come, Balm of God ; come, Gilead's balm ; 
Come seek me, outcast that I am ; 
Come pour Thyself into my mind, 
Its wounds to heal, its rents to bind. 

3- 
Come, Dew of Heaven; O Spirit, come, 
To call my wandering spirit home ; 

•uses touch, inspire, refine, 
Restore the likeness lost, to Thine. 

4- 
My body, mind and spirit, Lord, 
To these Thy life and love afford ; 

of Life alone art Thou, 
Spirit of God, to whom we DO 



THE TRINITY. 

HYMN OF THE EARLY CHRISTIANS AT CANDLE- 
LIGHT. 

At eventide it shall be light.— Zechariah, xiv. 7. 



Messiah, Thou brightness benign, 
Of the Holy One, image express ; 
Jesu, Thou glory divine, 

Of the Father of Lights, whom we bless, 
While sunlight grows dim, 
Our eventide hymn 

Shall be thine. 

2. 

Now twinkles the starlight in heaven, 

The day dieth out in the west, 
While kindle our lamps for the even, 
Our songs shall to Thee be address'd. 
Father, Spirit, and Son, 
Thy name trine and one 

Shall be blest. 



3- 
Son of God, ever-blest life bestower, 

Our well-spring and day-spring most bright, 



Mil IKIMIV. I97 

Holy voices of s tint ore, 

I, both by day and by ni-ht : 

All times arc Thine own ■ 
; ah worthy al< 

t of light 



NO I E S 



i. 



Tir FeSTTVAI lias, of late J car-, com- 

mended itself to the Christians of America and even 
to the people more generally. It is more and more 
iously observed, and it i- popularly recognized in 
all parts of our country. This indicates a great relig- 
ions revolution ; for, in the boyhood of the writer, it 

seemed to be almost unknown in New England, where 
he passed some of his school-days ; while in New 

. where his childhood and youth were chiefly 

devoutly observed only by Church- 
folk, and the remnant of the old Settlers from Hol- 
land. The fact that it was also kept, in their way, 
by membei communion perpetua 

narrow prejudice against it. So that the inspiration 
of a popular feeling favourable to the nationalize 

. if not of the solemnities preceding 

it, has been the work of "the little leaven " imparted 

iiristianity by the Anglo-American 
Chui 

rly in life it occurred to the author that 
he m:. . bis countrymen the 

ixed with historic Christianity, in a 



200 NOTES. 

country where all is raw and recent, the only hold 
upon the past which is essential to a normal develop- 
ment of its future, must be supplied by the grand 
system of the " Christian Year." Of this system 
history is full. The Literature and Laws of Christian 
Nations are entwined with it ; nay, it is interwoven 
with Christian civilization in all its forms. Hence, 
to have no associations with it is to be provincialized 
and cut off from those sympathies with the remote 
and the ancient which Dr. Johnson so justly recog- 
nized as exalting a people in the scale of intelligent 
being. 

Such convictions prompted the Christian Ballads. 
They were written in boyhood, and were not designed 
to open " the Inner Temple " of our Holy Religion. 
They celebrated the external beauties and perfections 
of the Holy Catholic Church, in its primitive simplicity 
and purity. 

But it was not altogether unfairly said of the Bal- 
lads, that they were lacking in the spirit of practical 
piety. So it might be said of the tree, or the flower, 
that these are not the fruit. The Ballads were only 
designed to set forth "the Beautiful Gate" of the 
Temple, as an introduction to the holy places. They 
embellished the doorway, and invited the multitude 
within, and that was all. 

This book is the supplement to that. It is de- 
signed to offer those who enter something more sub- 
stantial, if indeed they hunger and thirst after 
righteousness. In the former work, Wisdom cried in 
the streets and proclaimed that she had builded her 
house ; in this she speaks to her guests, within her 
doors : " Eat of my Bread, and drink of the Wine 



NO 201 

which I have mingled. H Such, at least, is the plan 
ami | the two books, as compared and 

contra 

In ■ great measure, the m Ballads have 

i their purpose, The architecture, the manners 
iistoms, the idealized compleU n^^ of the Pi 

book system which they portrayed, were things un- 
known in America, except in books and pictures, and 
in the exceptional case of pious ( hurchmen who had 
led in Europe. The hook appealed to the im- 
agination and was warmly received, ami for fifty years 
continued t<> he published, here and al>o in En- 
gland, where, I am assured, it led to many transforma- 
tions which have been wrought during the past genera- 
But what it essayed to picture to the imagination 
mmon routine and daily observation. 
I een imitated, and has lost freshness 
mmends has been spoiled by overdoing 
and by petty details in which good taste perishes. Our 
rate and work a good 
th, always reacts, till appetite is palled ty 
waver, t<> be told by 
a learned n England that churches now 

stand open every wh prayers, all the 

ery day in the week, and that nothing 
contributed t<> this result more effectually than the 

aid Mr. Parker, the eminent 

h a holier and 
tial re-ult, in making all who read it in 

lv with the 

D in the proem, 



202 NOTES. 

which is a tribute to two of my kinswomen, the pre- 
cious companions of my early youth. They were alike 
beautiful in person and adorned with exceptional 
graces of mind and of Christian character. One fell 
asleep at Pau, where she rests under the shade of 
the Pyrenees, and the other, who soon followed her, 
reposes in a fair churchyard on the banks of the 
Schuylkill, near Philadelphia, where her not less 
lovely and highly cultivated mother is laid. Her 
father, my beloved uncle, who died in the military 
service of his country, in our late unhappy war, lies in 
his honoured grave near Chattanooga, in Tennessee. 

II. 

€l)e fUwcljal Utero-Jttoon. 

Page 6. — When the Paschal new-moon shines, then 
the devout Christian feels what is meant by the say- 
ing of Moses, that God set the sun and moon "for 
signs and for seasons." There are evidences in Scrip- 
ture of something very much like the Paschal system 
existing from the beginning of human history, to 
display "the Lamb slain from the foundation of the 
world. " Thus the first worship of which we have 
any record is that of Abel, who brought a lamb for 
sacrifice ; and by the marginal reading we see that it 
was offered at an appointed time, apparently "at 
the end of the days." But what days? The end of 
the week ? Or days of an appointed " season "? If 
the latter, ending in a day of worship and of offering 
a typical sacrifice of the lamb, the idea is complete. 
This solemnity was revived under Moses, in the 



NOTES , 

institution of the Paschal, l>y the " ordinances of the 

By tl full-moon, tin i 

marked the time of th e which tl: 

1 made upon the cross ; ami ever since it 
marked the Christian Paschal, or the Holy V 
ister. 
The Council of Nice, \ we as the rules 

ilculating Easter, which are still observed, and 
which are found in our Prayer-books. Thewhol 

its in each j dated 

S, and the Paschal full-moon is the 
on which all turns. Modern astronomy i 

rgely to the impulse given to the 

nee by the Xicene Council, especially 
at Alexandria, bop was charged with the 

duty <>( making the annual calculations and sending 
through all the world the date of the next Easter. 
This he did in the Epiphany Season. 

\rch hath calendar* d thy time. 
There has always been a great charm for me in this 

se of the Church to the "ordinal 
of th. iving them a moral 

cance through all time. ! 

rs of life ; 
and I have noted the pleasure children experience 
uac. to find out when Easter falls in 
the n . when the Whitsun-f 

ration 

. lh.it where Joseph's name 



204 



NOTES. 



appears in the corresponding ode of Moses, "the 
precious things put forth by the moon " are marked 
in Joseph's blessing. Were not these the " precious 
promises" of the Paschal ?— Deut. xxxiii. 14. 



III. 



propljcci;. 

Page 9. — In this poem I have done little else than 
paraphrase an incomparable figure of Archbishop 
Leighton. "In the whole course of my studies," 
says Coleridge, "I do not remember to have read so 
beautiful an allegory ; so various and detailed, and 
yet so just and natural." Leighton's Works, VoL III. 
p. 99. Ed. 1870. 

Page 9. — Sweet Spring. See Genesis, ii. 10. "A 
river went out from Eden to water the garden, and 
from thence it was parted and became into four heads." 
See also how the Eternal Eden supplies that of which 
this was only the figure : the " river of water of life, 
clear as crystal, proceeding out of the throne of God 
and of the Lamb." — Rev. xxii. 1. So the Psalmist: 
" There is a river the streams whereof shall make 
glad the city of God." — Ps. xlvi. 4. 

Page 9. — Four mighty streams. " The early 
Church," says West of Nairn, in his precious edition 
of Leighton, " understood this river to mean the 
Gospel of Christ, sent into the four corners of the 
world and contained in the writings of the four 
Evangelists." So St. Jerome very beautifully ex- 
pounds it : and the four sections of the cross are 
often identified with this same geographical idea. 



\- Ml 5. 205 

l bi '■ ■■• (( ten. 
iii. 15) is the well-head of Scripture, of prophecy, 
ami narral he original I rospel. 

Page i". .1 he sea of glass l I 

oken of, and yel there shall be u no more 
—Rev, \\i. 1. The bitter and boisterous 
we know hero shall be no more, but peace and tran- 
quillity shall be there unbounded and vast and el 
and so lai like .. 

I I clesi- 

asticu I. Wisdom, also came oul as a 

brook from a nver, and a- a conduit into a garden. 
I, I will water my best garden, and will water 
abundantly my garden-bed ; and lo ' my brook be- 
came a river and my river became a sea, 

IV. 
SUcl. 

<• 11. — Behold the first altar and the fir-t saeri- 
if which we have any record : Abel brought, of 

the firstlings of 1 lamb for the oblation. Ami 

this In- did by faith, says St. Paul : wherefore he un- 
I > 1 had promised to provide the Lamb 

' 'at ft. ( 'ain despised 

ot sin of hi^ offering. 

t. u ho worshipped w ith tokens 

■ 

i the 

and I. John, i 



2o6 NOTES. 

V. 

Page 13. — Melchizedek is not called "a priest," 
but " the priest of the Most High God." This is the 
first appearance of the word priest in human history. 
All heathen priests were counterfeits, but their exist- 
ence corroborates the sacred story. The Mosaic priests 
were shadows of the One only true priest, and types 
of His then future work. Christian priests are the 
instruments by whose hands and lips the Great High 
Priest does His work on earth, while He intercedes 
for us " within the veil," in Heaven. The argument 
of St. Paul (Hebrews v. — vii.) is based on Genesis, 
xiv. 18 and Psalms, ex. He shows that Melchizedek 
who appeared to Abraham was no created being ; was 
" without father, without mother, without beginning of 
days or end of life " ; and this same Melchizedek, he 
says, "abideth a priest forever. " He further explains 
that Melchizedek was a mere name for the appari- 
tion or similitude of 4< the King of Righteousness." 
So, " King of Salem " means " the Prince of Peace." 
Such is the interpretation of St. Ambrose. Other 
orthodox divines suppose that it was the patriarch 
Shem who thus appeared to Abraham ; but they agree 
that if so, he was but a type or shadow of the true 
Melchizedek. See Ambrose, de Abraam, i. cap. 4. 

Page q.— Abraham saw Christ's day. The Father 
of the Faithful saw him as Melchizedek, which the 
apostle tells us is but his name, in the similitude of 
an earthly king. To this event our Lord Himself 
seems to have referred, when He said : " Your father 



i s. 107 

tny day, and he >aw it and 

. m him in the marvellous' 
t" the three men, one of whom was the Angel- 
him, as the Mime angel with 
Whom he wrestled and of whom he said, " 1 have 

Moses saw him in the Burning 
Bosh, and afterwards when he passed by on the 
•it. 

1a beheld him. al Jericho, as "the Captain of 

the Lord's Host," and was thus taught his own 

the true Joshua, which is the 

name Jesus, in it- Hebrew form, being the true Leader 

of the army of Israel, the " Lord of Hosts." 

erwards he was seen with the Three Chil- 
dren in the fiery furnace, " like unto the Son of 

marvel, then, that this tagel-Jehovah " 

1 himself to the Father of the Faithful, as the 
• High Priest, as the King of Kings. 

rtiful the plan of Cod, in giving thus early 
manifestation of the Messiah, God and 

. —Forth comes the bread and wine. This 
brings forth hre. id and wine " : and 

Abraham, who pays him tithe-, as an 
acknowledgment of !. tag Priesthood. 

This enables St. Paul to prove that the Levitical 

: shadow of a Priest- 
it, and should endure f< tf 
while that 



208 NOTES. 

VI. 

€lK ©rrat $\$ $>rust. 

Page 15. — Unsired, unborn. St. Paul expressly 
asserts that Melchizedek, " without father, without 
mother, without descent, having neither beginning of 
days nor end of life, . . . abideth a priest contin- 
ually." He declares this of the same Melchizedek 
who met Abraham; and he tells us that the similitude 
11 King of Salem," means only that He is " the 
Prince of Peace," as the name Melchizedek means 
only that He is the King of Righteousness. The 
parenthesis, "made like unto the Son of God," no 
more affects the sense than when it is said in Daniel, 
" One like the Son of Man came with clouds." 

Page 16. — God's fellow. " The man that is My 
fellow, saith the Lord of Hosts " (Zech. xiii. 7). 

Page t6. — Ancient of Days. In Daniel's vision we 
behold the Royal Priest more expressly portrayed, of 
whom Zechariah says, " He shall be a Priest upon 
His throne." 

Page 16. — Of Ages the Great Rock (Isaiah, xxiv. 4). 
We should read the margin of our bibles and the 
texts there cited for comparison. This true and close 
rendering of the Hebrew is only in the margin of our 
English version. 

VII. 

ittaralj. 

Page 17. — The name of Maiy is found in the Old 
Testament in Marah, and in Miriam. The poem 



ns to show how highly symbolical are these 
names, and how truly prophetic. For Marafc 

I 

mck (Jeremiah, wiii. 5 ; also, 

J, and vi. \i . The Branch is a name ol 

Christ, and occurs in many places of Holy Scripture. 

iy, as we learn in the margin of our bibles, " the 

. ; 7-. may l>e rendered the 

Branch, <>r the Sunrising. 

[8. Marak and Miriam* These, like Maria and 
Mary, are forms of the same name ; and we find both 
together in the story of the lirst Paschal (Exodus, w. 
Miriam's leprosy (Number-, ail. i<>> 
expresses, a^ Marih does, the hitter taint of our 
natural sinfulness, and the Branch i^ again brought 
into view, as the Healer. The Mosaic System begins 
with this significant introduction of the hidden Christ: 
ileth Thee." All its sym- 
bolism rebukes the false idea of "the Immaculate 
Cone- Mary, and shows that this destroys 

• 

tted with Mohammed. 
[7, — With heating in ; . 
spring, as I hi (ranch ; and the 

healing Branch >ied with '" iug," 

in the prophetic promise of Malachi, iv. 2. " ' 

iy name shall th( 
ness arise with healing in bis wi 

1 -. - 7 naturally 

n ith < Ihristmas, is, in 

en rate the 



2IO NOTES. 

Conception of our Lord, in close connection with the 
Paschal season, on the 25th of March, and that is the 
date of the Magnificat. Christ's suffering, at this 
time, the Fathers say, was "like the kid seethed in his 
mother's milk." In this fanciful way they illustrate 
the cruelty of those who crucified the Lord, in the 
presence of His mother, and at the time of His 
Annunciation. 

Page 18. — Of Gi/ead's Tree. The forests of 
Gilead abounded in spice-bearing shrubs and bal- 
samic trees. Jeremiah, viii. 22, is therefore beauti- 
fully suggestive of the tree of Marah, and its medi- 
cinal power, as also of the Good Physician. 

Page 18. — Reigns from the Tree. The Cross is 
made Messiah's throne, and I have made use of an 
old reading of Psalm xcvi. 10, of which some of the 
Primitive Fathers were very fond. Pilate's inscription 
on the cross was meant as derision, but it was written 
in three languages, as if in response to the Psalmist's 
w T ords : " Tell it out among the heathen that the 
Lord is King." It is undoubtedly true that the Jew- 
ish Scribes altered their copies of the Scriptures in no 
less than eighteen places, two, at least, of which were 
meant to obliterate prophecies of the Crucifixion. 
See Pearson on the Creed, art. iv.. p. 335. 

Thus Tertullian (against Marcion, hi. 19) says : 
" The Lord reigneth from the Tree, means Christ, who 
overcame death by His suffering on the Cross, and 
thence reigned — as death reigned before, from Adam 
to Moses." So also Justin Martyr, who accuses the 
Jews of erasing the words he quotes from the Psalms : 
" The Lord hath reigned from the wood ; but no one 
of your people ever reigned thus, save only He who 



NOTES. 'ii 

rucified, and who now liveth and reigneth among 
the nations." I condense my quotation —for he 

the whole Psalm. He seems to connect 

with this idea the twelfth verse, " Then shall all the 

id rejoice before the Lord," as it' the 

could rejoice that the wood of the ( 

was transfigured into the Tree of Life. See Ante- 

Am. Edition, Buffalo and New Vork, 

1—5 6), \ ol. I. p. 176, n. 4. also p. 235 ; and VoL 

III. p. 337. D. 3. 

VIII. 

Puscimi CmfeUmf. 

-For Cain's oblation, see Note IV. 

ing eye. The reader will 

turn to the incomparable dithyrambic ode of 

the d) (Gen jclix.,vers 1, etc.), for 

the references lure introduced. 

J< >1>. \ix. 23 
igenuityhas been able to n>I> tliis superb p. 
\b ssianic character, as maintained in our I 
Jish Version. £1 the J Vei sion sufficiently 

rts this, and the Septuaginl alone is testimony 

that >o it * Christ Came. See Dr. 

IX. 
£hc -Siuuour. 

is a marvellous name in the 



212 NOTES. 

"Jehoshua," by the prophetic act of Moses (Num. 
xiii. 16), and adds to the idea of Sal va' ion that of 
Jehovah ; i.e., " Jehovah-Salvation." This becomes 
"Joshua" in the person of the typical "Jesus," 
referred to in Heb. iv. 8. Now, the angel gives 
this name at last to Him who was the end of types : 
"Thou shalt call His name Joshua (Jesus), for He 
shall save His people from their sins." The divine 
Saviour, " Jehoshua," combines the names "Jeho- 
vah" and " Salvation." 

X. 

% $\)\\\\\ of iattl). 

Page 53. — The intolerably prosaic character of 
vulgar minds is often outrivalled by the dulness of 
strong intellects if they are merely mechanical in their 
operations. This hymn celebrates the domain of 
Faith ; not as hostile to Science, but as illuminating 
Science, and yet restraining Imagination. There are 
those who cannot smell the most fragrant flower, and 
many cannot distinguish colours ; so, others have no 
ear for music. All nature with its "incense-breath- 
ing " seasons, and its profusion of radiant tints at 
morn and even, is lost on such minds. What can they 
see in the intense poetry of Scripture ? The lyrics of 
the prophets are full of Pindaric touches and allusions 
which are lost on them, because we cannot make 
them express anything, mathematically. Instead of 
enjoying a rose, they bring a crucible or a retort and 
treat it chemically, finding nothing in it but so much 
carbon. In spite of such critics, we enjoy a garden, 
and we find it in Scripture. 



res, 213 

\i 

i)o[\) Week. 

— The Church, with imc Instinct! 1 
this \ ;;i I loly Week, and in 

close connection with Palm Sunday. Many imagine 
that it should be kept till Easter week, because it 
The answer i> — That is pre- 
cisely what Palm Sunday foretells ; it antedates the 
admit that the triumph is less 
in on Palm Sunday than on Faster Day. The 

prophet de-cries the dyed garments, before they were 
. and this lie intimates when he drops the pro- 
future of history and adopts the grammatical 
future, in the words — " their blood shall be sprinkled 
my garments, and I will stain all my raiment." 
the future and the historic 
on a familiar principle of prophecy, which " calletb 
those things which be not a- though they were" 
- . [n these verses this taken 

of the rwoproph* hariah depicts th 

old occur, the meek and lowly _\ hud,; 

d : [saiah, as it should be 

! amb slain from the found 
of the world." and in that view full Is and 

I ion of the tr:i 
Judah, and not li I onqueror, from the founda- 

tion of 

. then, receives its double chai 

Om the SU< 



214 NOTES. 

ing days ; and yet, as the Hosanna Sunday and the 
Day of Palms, it is a festival in which the Victim and 
the soldier are already seen, by faith, as the glorified 
Priest and the Conqueror with dyed garments, whose 
triumph was sure, from the foundation of the world. 

XII. 

Page 63. — The " Anointed One," for such is the 
sense of the Hebrew Messiah and the Greek Christ, is 
here conceived of as recognized by Mary of Bethany 
in her loving act, which was inspired possibly by the 
remarkable passage from the Canticles here prefixed 
as a motto. He had accepted such a tribute from the 
11 woman which was a sinner." She now offers a like 
anointing on the part of "the virgins," and to show 
their love. 

XIII. 

€lje fMrapcr. 

Page 69. — The ancient church at Speyer has been 
recently " restored " with costly and even magnificent 
want of judgment. It has become a modern church 
to all intents, and is no unfair symbol of the Latin 
Church as modernized by the recent " new dogmas" 
which have been so fatal to her catholicity. But the 
quaint old mound in the south precinct has been re- 
stored in a manner which, no doubt, faithfully repro- 
duces the mediaeval effect of the original, and it is 
very striking when seen in a moment of loneliness 



M0T1 215 

and meditation. The poem is i truthful statement of 
the impressions it seems capable of producing <>n i 
thoughtful visitor. 

XIV. 

£lic CtltttCtl. 

Ustrian Muse. There are 
sions when ''pedestrian " art. thus recognized by 

e, becomes Legitimate in poetry. I have felt 

that my desire to render that famous passage in the 

Book of Wisdom, as literally a- the form of verse will 

permit, furnishes a just occasion for the invocation 

here introduced. It i- a pity that any Christian 

should not feel the force of >uch a scripture, though 

ryphal, as proving that Isaiah and other prophets 

had sufficiently forewarned the Jews of their great 

peril, in the day of Messiah's coming. See Archbishop 

ion «»n I'-. \xxi\. 10, and the Note in West's 

:i. Vol. Y. p. 62. Compare Plato, Republic^ II. 

5 : and Cicero, Republic^ III. 17. It is not improbable 

that Plato, thinking of his master, Socrates, had yet 

been influenced by learned Jews to moralize as he 

does >o prophetically. Jones of Nay land (I.ect. ix.) 

on Plato's " Just One " (Works, 

! >1. IV. p. j 

XV. 

pontius piUitf. 
>ic say he- r.w. ,1 Teuton. The idea 

that 1 from May ;rrent in an old 



2l6 NOTES. 

legend, and has been revived of late by the discovery 
of the graves of an old Hebrew legion on the Rhine; 
which suggests that Jews had been quartered there, 
while the natives were sent to Judea, a well-known 
expedient of the Emperors. A governor who could 
talk to them in their own dialect would have sug- 
gested a reason for such transfer. 

In these stanzas I have tried to treat his character 
as the inspired writers, and as our Lord Himself, seem 
to teach us to do. We must " judge nothing before 
the time ; " and it is lawful to reflect that mercy to 
the "chief of sinners" may be vouchsafed through 
the " Chief of all the Sons of Men," whose name is 
Jehovah-Salvation. I have ventured to treat his case 
as a symbol of that of all the unevangelized ; of all, 
in short, for whom the glorious Redeemer prayed, 
when He said, " They know not what they do." 

XVI. 

Caltmri). 

Page 96. — The xxv. of Isaiah is a marvellous tis- 
sue embroidered with Messianic symbols. And how 
striking the text here versified : "He shall spread 
forth His hands in the midst of them, as he that 
swimmeth spreadeth forth his hands to swim." The 
following chapter is an Easter lesson, and the third 
verse reads (see margin) : '* For the Lord Jehovah is 
the Rock of Ages." In the writings of Tertullian, we 
meet with a striking exposition of Moses' outstretched 
arms as an emblem of the victory of the Cross. See 
Against Marcion, b. iii. cap. 18. 



N I ) I : 2 17 

XVII 
£!t i\hu\ of Sorrows. 
-. — The child who frames a cross. In the 

carpenter shop oi Joseph, the child Jesus i> repre se nted 
by ( tverbeck, I suppose following older masters, as 
sawing out a cross, in sorrowful child-play. It is a 

touching embodiment of the opinion of the 
Fathers, that all His life long our Lord's soul was 

itened " v St. Luke, xii. 50) by a sense of the 
baptism He was yet to be baptized with. 

hose senses five % etc. I have here sug- 

1 the crucifixion of sense, in its specialties, as 

well as in its genera] form, as pait of our Lord's suf- 
The indulgence of our senses, unchastened 
by self-denial and fasting, Strikes me as forcibly 
rebuked by the meditations I have here given. 

Will, 

£t)e %\xtt (Crosses. 

Page 112. — The Thief's Repentant Cross. "The 
planet Mercury, '" says one, " is rarely discovered; 

pernicu>. never saw it : it shines too near the sun. 
And so there is an object, i:i itself most iuminoUS, 
which attracts too little attention, for a like rea 

epentant thief, -<> near the 
that few refl •«•: how marvellous 
it i> in it> history, how full of instruction i> the exam- 
ple it di-;.: and spontane- 



2l8 NOTES. 

ous faith, and, in short, how it glorifies the Cross of 
Christ itself, by manifesting its power to convert, to 
save, to regenerate, to sanctify, and to glorify." I 
quote from a sermon of my own venerated father, 
written and preached in his earliest professional days, 
which is said to have been a matchless outburst of 
eloquence, of feeling, and of power. This exordium 
has been feebly reproduced in my verses. 

Page 115. — The earth its depth, etc. The midway 
stake of the cross betokens the depth and height ; and 
the antenna, the breadth of its divine Mystery, the 
all-embracing, the all-amazing Atonement. This is a 
favourite view of the Fathers. 



XIX. 

2Tl)c 4f)9000p. 

Page 118. — That minute event in the history of the 
Crucifixion — mentioned by St, John only, in the 
words, " and put it upon hyssop " — is one which con- 
nects the Cross with some of the most significant of 
the Mosaic types. For hyssop was used in sprinkling, 
and denoted the cleansing power of the blood of 
Jesus. But why so ? It was foreseen, this mere . 
accident of the Passion ; and from this the Mosaic 
ritual receives its exposition. We read that Solomon 
" spake of trees, from the cedar tree that is in Leba- 
non, even unto the hyssop that springeth out of the 
wall ; " and here note that all analogy leads us to be- 
lieve that the Cross was cedar, while the hyssop is what 
we have said, and the wall is seen in Gen. xlix. 22. 
Joseph's blessing — his vine, overrunning the Jewish 



NOT! 

wall of separation, and blessing the outside Gentile 
world — alike with purifying hyssop and invigorating 
wine. "' Purge me with hyssop," says the Psalmist 
The Paschal was Instituted in the sprinkling of blood 
with ml so Mo 

lished the Old Covenant, sprinkling alike the Book 
and the people ( Heb. ix. i the I per*8 

cleansing (Levit, \i\ . 

XX. 

Hicobrmuf. 

John introduces Nicodemus, assist- 
ing Joseph at the burial, with a reference to his 

Jesus by night. That most interesting 
w to the impressions with « 

the ruler left the Divine Teacher, hut soon aft. I 

1 of honourable conduct which 

\ his fellow-] harisei s. P< rhaps 

their iad a slant at Nicodemus, 

to hint at their resolution to tol( 

d among their number. In vei 

treat him with a warning in form <>f a question, and 

with a scornful reference to the Galilean teacher. 

What, tlui ive moment that brought 

him to disci when he 

mind I John, iii. I ]. 

I hi- would 

bended at tl 

.ui.l 



220 NOTES. 

Nicodemus came forward, boldly, to claim the place 
to which Isaiah had summoned " the rich," so many 
ages beforehand (Isa. liii. 9). 

XXL 

€l)c .S'cpulcljrc. 

Page 126. — I have regarded the Canticles as a store- 
house of poetical imagery, applicable to the facts 
revealed concerning the Bridegroom and the Bride. 
Chapter iii. (verses 5-7) supplies the conformities I have 
borrowed here. From chapter ii. 7, I have borrowed 
the closing stanza. It may be well to note here that 
the Canticles are an idyllic amplification of Psalm 
xlv., and this must be expounded by Ephes. v. 25-33. 
It is to be regretted that even the Revision retains the 
unhappy renderings (Cant. vii. 1-3) which confound 
articles of the Bride's dress with the parts of the 
body they covered — as if the epaulettes of an officer 
were translated his "shoulders." There is strong 
reason to favour the idea that this idyl, while it glorifies 
wedded love, and proves its innocence and its mystic 
reference to Christ and His Church, celebrates, also, 
the conversion of Solomon to a life of conjugal purity 
and of absolute devotion to her who can say, " I am 
my Beloved's, and my Beloved is mine" (Cant. vi. 3). 

XXII. 

Caster. 

Page 129. — The amazing unity of Scripture furnishes 
the believer a strong ground for confidence, which 



v n 
blind unbelief take aw.i 

in the A: 

p( up 

ter-song is 

B P° n Vnd here let the 

rule of heraldry be kept in view : when the Lion is 

nly bis noble and royal qualities. 

Ice treachery of the animal is reserved to 

my, who "goeth about seeking whom 

he may devour 

1. It is evident thai our Lord sprang out of Judah. 
Heb. viii. 

Judah is a lion's whelp . . . he stoi 
. he OOUched a- a lion, and a- an old lion ; who 
• him up ? ( ien. \li\. 9. 
I -ion of the tribe of Judah. th 
:. hath prevailed. Rev. 

r quote. 1, . r 
i. He hath broken I : d em the 

f iron in sunder Ps. cvii. 16. 

2. Free among the d I Ps, Ixxxviii. 5 -. 

4- The I lough for his w! 

: dieth no : 

Rom. vi. 9. 

len inclosed ... a spring shut up, a 
foun; Cant. iv. 12. 

8. I am tormented in this flame. Luke, wi. 24. 
I me of the 



222 NOTES. 

XXIII. 

ftljc Sir* £ot\Q. 

Page 135. — Describing the hills of Naphtali, says a 
modern traveller: " The perfume of a thousand flowers 
filled the air, poppies, anemones, marigold, convol- 
vulus ... a glowing mosaic of rainbow hues. 
We turned into a wild glen, where the voice of the 
turtle floated from tree to tree, and the cooing of 
countless wood-pigeons ran like a stream of soft 
melody along the jagged cliffs above us." — Porter's 
Giant Cities, p. 267. 

XXIV. 

(Caster <£ci00. 

Page 139. — A French writer has remarked : " Toute 
l'antiquite s'est accordee a reconnoitre dans les oiseaux 
quelque chose de divin. . . . Aristophane, dans 
sa comedie Des Oiseaux, fait allusion a cette tradi- 
tion/' 

The mockery of the King of Assyria has supplied me 
with a text to which I have tried to give an orthodox 
use, taking forth honey oat of a dead carcass. There 
is much to be said of birds ; and I wonder so little 
has been written of these wonderful creatures, their 
eggs, their habits of migration, their amazing beauty, 
their songs, and the miracle of their triumph over 
gravitation, their inexplicable hold upon thin air, 
their power of wing, their strange life in mid-ocean, 
their mysterious loves and nest-buildings, their ex- 



quisitc delicacy and decency of sexual formation, and 
the lavish hand with which God has adorned them 
and displayed His power in them, making them such 
tokens of lli> skill, from the humming-bird to the 

XXV. 

£bc llonal Darn. 

je 14^. A popular travel-writer speaks fre- 
quently of the scarlet robes winch are worn in Syria, 
even in our times, as a token of rank. " The Village 
Sheikh." he say-, "was there to welcome us, con- 
►US in his scarlet robe, which, to this day, i.-> the 
badge of royalty, or power, among the inhabitants of 

tine." — Porter's Giant Cities t p. 173. 

ge 14;. — Zarah's wrist — Gen. uexviii. 2^. The 
illuminating faith of the early Christians i> beau- 
tifully seen in the views of Iremvus touching this 
sign. He regards it as Christ's token on the seed 
of Judah, withdrawing its faith from Him. hut still 
claimed by Him. for a future birth in the Gospel. 
riet token upon Him is the pas-ion of the 
Just One, Abel, and by the prophets 

delineated, but in the J perfected by the Son 

," — Irena . iv. 2. 

Page 145. — RaJiai Clement 

11 Thi d to this purpose, that she 

should display from her dwell- let thie.nl. 

Making it plain thai i m should flow, 

the Lord, to all that belie\e and 

ive similar 

ia :i 1- 



224 NOTES. 

Page 146. — Scarlet wool. — Heb. iv. 19. " He took 
the blood of calves and of goats, with water and 
scarlet wool and hyssop, and sprinkled both the Book 
and all the people, saying, This is the blood of the 
Covenant." 

Page 146. — Scarlet robe. — St. Matthew, xxvii. 28. 
The scarlet robe was embroidered with purple of 
reddish tinge, and the robe was described accordingly 
as purple or scarlet. 

Page 146. — The Bride. — Cant. iv. " Thy lips are 
a thread of scarlet, and thy speech is comely." 

The Church speaks with comely words, when her 
lips are baptized with the blood of the Lamb. The 
same Greek word which is rendered scarlet is some- 
times rendered crimson, as in Isa. i. 18. 

Page 146. — The living Bird. — Levit. xiv. 6. The 
rabbins tell us that the bird was bound to the cedar 
by the scarlet yarn. 

XXVI. 

Caster in Patmns. 

Page 151. — The Day the Lord had made. — The 
Lord's Day pre-eminently (Ps. cxviii. 24) is the An- 
nual Paschal, but every Lord's Day is a lesser Easter. 
Without attempting to settle the critical question 
whether it was Easter-Day when St. John saw, once 
more, the risen Lord, I adopt a Paschal interpretation 
of the whole Book, as a key to its divine imagery and 
intent. And such is the argument of this poem, 
which I humbly trust is auxiliary to its truth. 



NOTES. 

XXVII. 

£hc SUtftU on the ;\rfc. 

:.— Tin- Ark of the Covenant is one of the 
stimonies to the evangelical nature of 
the Hebrew mysteries. It was enshrined within the 
veil ; no eye beheld it there, save only the high 
priest's . .,n<l even he could do this not 

without the most solemn purifyings and acts of atone- 
ment for himself and for the people. When carried 
through the wilderness, its terrible sanctity was 
d in the most remarkable manner, and awful 
punishments fell on those who profaned it, by curi- 
familiar care for it. May I ven- 
ture here to warn against the blasphemous profane - 
i making counterfeits of the Ark, and using this 
symbol of the Divine Presence in the rites of modern 
lid to be done? Compare I. Sam. vi. 
19, 20, and II. Sam. 6, 7 The cherubim, whose 
figures were wrought into the pure gold of the cover, 
and not screwed on t<> it, seem to intimate the unity 
of ang' lie and human beings in the I item ; 

and they V look down upon the 

*' met —the burnished lid, resplendent with 

supernatural light, which closed upon the Ark, cover- 
ing over ■ iw within. Thus was 

W, with it> direful threats of JUSl 
hidden by the . in the Atonem- 

marvellous and comprehensive 
that • tli desire to look into it" (I. I 

: " Mercy 1 

judgment ; " an apparent | to the glorified 

15 



226 



NOTES. 



mercy-seat, over against the stone tables of Law, 
which it hid from sight. The text which I have 
made a motto to this poem uplifts the same thought 
to the heavens. All heaven learns new lessons of the 
Divine Love from the salvation of sinners, and from 
the experiences of the Church Militant here on earth. 
This lends unutterable grandeur to the expressions of 
St. Paul, "Seen of Angels" (I. Tim. iii. 16), as 
applied to " God, manifest in the flesh." 

XXVIII. 

€l)c £artlmim&c. 



Page 165. — Great Pan revives. — The reader will 
recall a mysterious story of Plutarch, concerning 
what happened one day, in the time of Tiberius, to 
a party sailing on the Ionian gulf, near the Echin- 
ades. Voices in the air cried out, Great Pan is dead ; 
and Christians have attributed the phenomenon to 
" some powers of the air," in their consternation, 
when the earth trembled at the death of Christ. 
Tiberius was alarmed when told of the incident ; and 
this is a noteworthy fact as the one response of history 
to the natural inquiry, Did the Caesar receive any 
intimation of the amazing event which makes his 
ignoble reign so memorable in human annals ? May 
not the official report of Pilate have afforded him the 
real ground of his alarm when he heard this story, 
allowing certain " Acts of Pilate " to have been a 
real base for the fabrication that bears the name ? 
See Dacier's Plutarque, Vol. VIII., p. 285. I have 
imagined a corresponding impression produced upon 



MOTES. 

Thamus (the pilot of the story) by the concussi< 
»tcr Morning.* 1 

XXIX. 

£iic Vntapttjel. 

iy6. — Hath I/r not said the Christian's cliihi, 

" Else were your children unclean, bat now 

bey holy ' (I. Cor. vii. 14). " If the root be 

holy, so arc the branches' 1 (Rom. \i. 10. This 

poem is designed for the comfort of over-scrupulous 

iences, and over-anxious inquirers about the 

heathen ; of whom I have found examples in pa>toral 

: .ence. among some of the best of men and 

women. 

XXX. 

i\ fchfliiflbt for the Sailers. 

j. — St. Augustine is not the earliest of the 
rs to enlarge upon the text 1 have chosen for a 
recollect that he anywhere folio 
earlier authority in the pretty conceit of the figure of 

the cro-> made by the outstretched wrings of the bird. 

Bat he t : : to the burden : 

burden hath wii 
1 pluck off i of a bird, thou rem 

; but the nv»re of that burden thou 
he more to earth the bird must el 

ISC thou hast unburdened her; 

her back the freight — she tlieth." 

. 



228 NOTES. 

(lx. 6, Anglican). S. Aug. Opp. Tom. IV., p. 719. 
Paris': Migne, 1865. 

St. Bernard copies the great African doctor as fol- 
lows : " Leve Salvatoris onus, quo crescit amplius, eo 
portabilius est. Nonne et aviculas levat, non onerat 
pennarum sive plumarum numerositas ipsa ? Tolle 
eas, et reliquum corpus pondere suo fertur ad ima. 
Sic disciplinam Christi, sic suave jugum, sic onus 
leve, quo deponimus, eo deprimimur ipsi : quia 
portat potius quam portatur." S. Bernard. Epist. 
ccclxxxv. Opp. Vol. I., p. 691. Ed Paris, 1839. 

XXXI. 

3tmarantfy. 

Page 184. — Not here are amaranthine bowers. The 
flowers of June made me pensive even as a child : to 
see them fade so soon tortured me. I remember the 
thrill with which I heard my father quote those lines 
of Cowper's ki Task" : 

" The only amaranthine flower on earth 

Is virtue • the only lasting treasure— Truth." 

He explained to me this word " amaranthine," and 
gave its etymology. The impression has never faded 
from my mind and heart. 

Page 185. — There is a rainbow round the throne. 
Just so the evanescent splendour of the rainbow was 
painful, till I learned to dwell on the truth expressed 
in this stanza. I longed for something imperishable. 
I find it in the vision of Patmos : " There was a rain- 
bow round about the throne, in sight like unto an 



V 'I 
lid ; " the mixed Light of amethyst and tODfl 

domii ring-like rainbow, in which 

the fiei I ; so, il » 

to me, we ought to understand il 

and the nimbus of his holy 

: "I saw another mighty 

D from heaven, clothed with a cloud, 

rhus Re* i latiou 

gles with human language when it speaks of the 

In the soul , etc. 

The ninth stanza in the preceding poem aims, like 
thi>, I g idea, which is beautifully 

rendered by Ancillon as follow 
affections dn cceur quelque ch ee de pur et de desuv 
se, qui annonce I'excellence et la dignitc de 
Tame humaine." 

XXXII. 
£bc 3Ucrn*ian. 

Page 1 36. — Who b xyside rill. 

fter Pomp 

Ope, bridant de ROif, U Si 

la vallce." etc. This illustrates the 
mist, in a manner ; but Messiah t> 

lly to " lift up i ! 
and 1 nii\ 



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XXXIII. 

€|)c €ui0 |3cntca>0ts. 

Page 191. — Goodness my glory is. "And he said : 
I beseech Thee shew me thy glory. And He said, I 
will make all my goodness pass before Thee." Exod. 
xxxiii. 18, 19. The immense significance of this 
Scripture, where it stands, in connection with Sinai 
and the second inscription of the Decalogue upon 
tables of stone, is what the poem designs to illustrate. 
Compare Deut. xxxiv. 1-5. Was it not at this time 
that " all His goodness " was made to pass before 
Moses, prophetically ? 

Page 191. — The still small voice, etc. I. Kings, 
xix. 12. In the extremity of Israel's degeneracy 
Elijah goes back to Horeb, as if to ask whether 
"the fiery Law " would never be avenged. How 
significant the answer God vouchsafed : a premoni- 
tion of the second and more glorious Pentecostj the 
mission of the Comforter. 



XXXIV. 

lWl)it6itnimi). 

Page 192. — In connection with Isaiah, xi. 2, 3, it 
is instructive to observe (Rev. i. 4, iii. 1, iv. 5, and 
v. 6) : the prominence given to the sevenfold gifts 
of the Spirit, in the great Prophecy of the New Cove- 
nant. This Pentecostal Hymn aims in some degree 
to celebrate the practical blessings of these gifts. 



NO! 231 

WW. 

i £viniti). 

I, — Let me give the translation of this mosl 
ancient hymn of the Church as arranged, from Bishop 
Andrewes, in a modern Oxford edition ; 

\ fill LlGH r 
be Holy ('.lory of tin- Father, 
Immortal, Heavenly. Holy, Blessed, 

Beholding the Evening Light, 
We glorify 
The Father and the Son. 
And the Holy Spirit of God. 
Worthy art Thou, in all sea- 
With Bacred voices to be hymned. 
Son of 

rof Hope ; 
Wherefore the world glorifieth Thee, 
( ) J< yt'ul Ll 
Of the Holy Glory, 
Ami 

1 have rearranged the stichometry, and ventured to 
repeat the first lines as a refrain at the close. I have- 
always thought it must have been sune; with such a 
refrain, unless, indeed, it concluded with one of St. 
bich I am persuaded he often 
borrows from the Church*s hymns. S icene 

American edition, Vol II. p l, and 

'I hi- the ; in the dai 

h they noted the accustomed hour of the 
declifl Id behold no other Light than Christ's 

shining in their tools. Who ha- not seen the < 



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tian lamps taken from their tombs, marked by the acros- 
tical 1X&V2, and the XP, or the apocalyptic Alpha 
and Omega ? When Padre Marchi showed me such 
relics in the Jesuit College at Rome — " Observe," said 
I to the venerable man, " how these early Christians 
worshipped Jesus and the Trinity, not Mary and ' the 
Star of the Sea ' ; and how closely they stuck to Holy 
Scripture." The Jesuit looked unutterable things ; 
but he answered nothing to the purpose. 

When I have taken one of these Christian relics in 
my hand, I have seemed to see some Christian vestal 
about to be thrown to the lions on the morrow, but 
trimming her lamp to go forth and meet the Bride- 
groom, as she chanted her sweet even-song of faith 
and hope — ' ' O Joyful Light ! " With this idea, please 
read it over. Innumerable Christians have sung it on 
the eve of martyrdom. It moves mc to tears as I 
recite it with this thought. Bishop Andre wes' copy 
of the original Greek was found in his private prayer- 
book bedewed with his weeping. Take then this 
hymn of the martyr Christians at the close of day, as 
evidence of their faith and piety. 









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